I want to write, but I don't know what I want to write of. I would like to write of everything I know and maybe even what I don't know but I'm not sure its possible for one person to do this. But I still want to write, so I suppose I'll just start with what I know.
One thing I know is that life isn't easy. Not even close. But that doesn't mean its not worth living every second you're allowed. Life is hard (I would say nasty, brutish, and short but that would be plagiarism and I think Mr. Hobbes was in a pretty dark period in his life when he wrote that anyways) and living in today's world isnt the easiest thing to do. But really, life wouldn't be all that interesting if it were easy. If everything went according to plan and those neat little scenarios we create in our minds actually played out, our lives would be like giant balls of sunshine that piss and shit rainbows and unicorns and bunnies and daisies. It would be fun for approximately fifteen minutes but beyond that it would just be frigging annoying. I figured out life wasn't easy awhile ago, but I just recently realized that I knew this. That's another thing I know. You can know something without even knowing you know it. Sometimes you hit the sandpaper side of life and you learn something, but too often you don't even realize you've learned it until its too late. You have this new information, a new idea stored away in one of the lobes of your brain (that's one of the things I don't know) and if you had this something at your disposal say months before you figured out you knew it, you may have been able to cut yourself a bit of a break. But that's not how living goes. It's not easy but its the only time we have.
Another thing I know is that love and relationships make living life look like pie. Love is not even remotely easy. And love itself doesn't stink, its the trying to fall in love and then falling out of love that creates the problems. The other problem is that "love" is a REALLY broad term. It lends itself to literally millions of definitions. Everybody thinks of love differently. We all know this thing called love exists because our brains have been hotwired for it. But we all have different ideas when it comes to love and since I'm not a mind reader, I can only give my best interpretation. This is what I know of love:

Love creates and love destroys. Love fulfills and love empties. Love gives and love takes. Love creates life, love fulfills life and love gives life. But love can also destroy life, empty life and take life. Love is a paradox and anyone brave enough to face love without reservation deserves it more than those who are afraid of it. Love is a willingness without conditions; it is action without understanding.

That's it. That's the most I can tell because that's all I'm very sure of. And you can only be sure of things through alot of experience. I've seen love do all those things. The only thing I've never seen love do is hide. A love that is real and beautifully raw simply cannot hide. Maybe that is what makes it so complicated and frightening, yet so irresistibly wanted. It's the unashamed paradox of the human condition.