All good things must come to an end.

 Questioning a lot of things from the world leads to the path of theologies and more questions. We question the existence of god and the confusions of love. If a man cries over love then it must exist and so it goes on that, if one seeks freedom then that means there is no god. Everything ends up revolving around love. If god loved us so much then why does he stand by as we roll in agony and until the heart cries. If a “father” or the “creator” is that cruel then he does not love us. If he “enjoys” our suffering then really he’s not there, he must be an imagination. If a man achieves all he’s dreams, completes he’s passion, he is still unhappy because he has not loved. He blames the existence of women and curses their ways. When he really he had every single one of the woman’s hearts in he’s palms. We as humans are afraid of what we never had, it becomes hard when you have to change everything you’ve known. Loneliness or even pain seems a lot more comfortable then the uncertainty of happiness. We are afraid of something good. Sure maybe because of the imagined pain that will happen in the end of the happiness. It seems we humans are fascinated with the complications of things then the goodness. We find it boring when we are too comfortable in the fields of freedom. We create traps really to entertain ourselves then to escape. Perhaps freedom is something we create to feel better of our selves. Part of the imagination, god, love, freedom… 

“There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living "for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.”