Her eyes are so bright, she looks at the world in a way that I can’t. Everything is new, everyone is good. She knows nothing of self consciousness or broken hearts. I look into her open eyes and see what the point of life really is, to love. To love with everything you have. To love the people that hurt you. To love the people who pick you up. To love the things that make you happy. To love the things that bring you down. Life is only worth living if you love. Love with every fiber of your being, you may not always be happy , but you will never feel meaningless. Where there is love there is life.