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But a right to love has never been a given 

It is a privilege of those who can muster endless concern, care, compassion and forgiveness. The rare few that grow it in a desert of distraction and apathy 

Those with the patience and fortitude to find something of nothing, like the child who knows no other reaching out their hands, often magnetically drawing some ethereal pull from our soul, but so often even the child is discarded at will fir some folly of career or adventure, right to love yourself above all else and all others, but I prefer the obligation of humanity to love all. Those who don't benefit us, those who hate us and those that need us. Because love never had anything to do with sex. Desire is not love. it can never be. It is the world's tools of destruction. Contentment is a loving word. 

Boredom is the act of ungratefulness. Where as love is a mutual appreciation of the joy, pain and struggle that forms new lines of existence in an ever changing world. Imagine if it was grateful for everything? What would your life be like then? What would mine be?