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Why we do what we do

Is there a rhyme or reason to the actions we take? This question has arisen countless times since humans began to ponder such things. And no matter which theory you subscribe to, no matter how empty or full your consciousness may be at any given point in time, the variables involved in determining true motivation are myriad, and, I believe, impossible to calculate with any scientific precision.

After all, motivation can be linked to many things, and if the heart happens to be involved, then all bets are off in terms of applying logic to the scenario. The heart does what the heart does, when it decides to do it, and we generally get to hold on and do our best to navigate the outcome and avoid vertigo, if possible.

To all of the big questions, I am beginning to believe, the answer is love. Love is the answer. It takes so many forms it is impossible to quantify. It defies reason, logic and attempts at control. It persists in spite of our attempting to think it through, thank goodness. It evolves and either is or is not in any given situation. Love seems to be powered by some kind of a universal and all powerful on/off switch triggered by who in the universe really knows for reasons none of us could probably ever fathom in our current emotional state of being.

So maybe the answer to all things is love. It's either present or absent. If it's present, things will work out as they should. If it's absent, then logic and reason may prevail and we hope for the best and move on to the next conundrum.

Really, life is moving from one emotional state of being to another, and hoping that the heart, stars, and all that is holy to us align properly for each event.

Have I just defined faith?

Hugs,

Stevie
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