Love gives form to your formless spirit and it gives you the context that acts as gravity on your being, stopping you from aimlessly floating in space. Or worse, being stuck in the hamster wheel of others orbits.
Love wherever you are, and watch your emotional landscape take back its shape from the sterile blank stare of intellectualization. Just like in spring.
You’re not a window seat on the bus. You’re the horizon you’re getting lost in, oblivious that you’ve missed your stop. The bus is the interval, not you. Remember that.