I used to practically live on my blue couch, contemplating life. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that life off my blue couch was not quite as filled with love. The life I was experiencing on the couch was beautiful, but it was not the case anywhere else. The world outside was filled with darkness and the manipulative desire to feed our egos.
Throughout the decade, I would see civil wars, corrupt leaders overthrown, ethnic cleansing, gang-related murders, massive fraud, horrific sex industry slavery stories, and a negligible amount of good news. It seemed that for every scientific breakthrough and every moment of glory, there was a counter-story so horrific it blanketed any positive achievement. Time never stopped throughout it all; it just kept record of each massacre and heart-wrenching endeavor. The tiny moments of glory and happiness in between are what kept the human race from going morally bankrupt and completely devoid of love.
Over time, I got very confused about the state of people. As the love grew in me, and as the memories increased on my blue couch, I became very optimistic about my species. I began thinking that everyone should have the same life I do: one filled with love for themselves within their environment. I do not think I could have been more delusional to think there was a need for love outside of self-love. I was also onto something that made me realize that, to expand my love outward, I would initially have to be able to love—and that starts with loving myself! It definitely made me rethink life, and all of its boundaries and principles. I came to one conclusion that would lead me to understand and discover the ideal that brings life happiness: love is the key to happiness’s lock.
