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We all wonder what the reason for living is and ponder time to time on what we live for. Often we hear that one
lives to reproduce. We also hear that one lives for their children or their intimate lover. Then we hear that
some people live for their passion in life. Which is everything I just said but passion is love, so we all are
living because of some unspecified love in our life.

There are many times in my life I can recall of someone going to the extreme for love. Often in literature and
in movies but none the less it happens in the real world. I have seen a man destroy a relationship in order for
his lover to live happily, also because the love he had diminished and he was in pursuit of that loving feeling.
I was a bit ashamed in him for destroying that relationship at first but then I reliezed that he had made a noble
sacrifice in order for her to live more happily and for those he had tormented with his unrelenting pain as the
relationship progressed. I will say he found love again and is very content with it.

I have also seen a woman put every ounce of her personal freedom she had at stake for her lover. She risked
everything for him. Her communication, her dear friends, her chances of speaking with him, and most of all her love.
In my life I have never seen a real person go to such lengths for a single person. It amazes me how the simplest
positive thing he does to her makes her heart melt. Imagining myself experiencing romance of that intensity is
simply indescribable. Sadly I do not see his excitement often when he is in action. A bit disapointing but maybe
his action makes up for the lack of showing emotion.

I do know he loves her ever so dearly after having one of the most enlightening conversations of my life with him.
He explained to me that when someone loves something more than anything else in their life they will go at any
length to communicate their love of that person or thing. He also told me that for his relationship to keep working
he has to endure the savage pain of being physically away from her. He loves every part of her mind and enjoys the
vivid images that she creates in her writing, but hehas so much difficulty coping with not being able to kiss her
and physically show her that he loves her. He does show her often in his writing of his love but he never gets to
show her himself physically doing the things he writes. I believe he is a martyr and a true hero for even enduring
this pain. I know one day soon he'll be able to see his love and kiss her affectionately. I just hope he does not
do anything radical trying to speed up the process of them meeting, or giving up on his love to try it again with
someone else. I'm sure if I offer him enough support and help he'll make it through this and he'll have an
amazing relationship with her when he does physically meet her. I do hear many good things they do plan when they
finally meet. I can't help but to giggle happily when thinking of the joy they'll one day have I'm pretty envious
myself. Ah love is a beautiful thing I better get back on subject now shouldn't I?

Now after describing some of the lengths people go through for other people, I think I should describe some of the
lengths I've seen people go through for physical objects such as money. There is this one man I heard of who
became obbsessed with getting extra money for his family through his career that he just stopped showing his family
the love they deserved and kept working harder and harder every day just to make that extra five dollars. After ten
years of his wife enduring the neglect she just left him and took their kids with her. He then filled the missing
void of his family with alchohol and he soon became an alchoholic and switched his passion from work to booze. He
lost his job for the passion of alchohol. After ten long years of being drunk and going from job to job it finally
hit him to quit his love for alchohol and finally detoxify his body and reconnect with his lost family. Well he did
go into rehab and he did overcome the addition but the earlier sacrifices for his love of money and alchohol
destroyed any relationship he had with his family. His own kids did not even know him and he lost every friend he
had. He tried reconnecting with his children but they felt too betreyed by him to even forgive him. They tried on
several occasions to reconnect but they just couldn't forgive him. So he let them live out their lives happily and
he soon became an alchoholic again to fill the void. Sadly about a year later he died. No one came to his funeral
either because everyone who once loved him no longer felt any connection with him. SOme of them actually forgot
that he existed. When I heard this story I actually cried and a tear still cascades down my cheek everytime I tell
it because it is so sad. I did hear from the teller of the story that the man was actually one of the nicest people
you could ever know but his love for making his family wealthy and love for alchohol just destroyed everything. I
guess when you really love something you'll respect it, after all in the end he did show he loved his family but he
was turned away and respected them by dying silently. He deserved more appreciation for what he did for his love of
money though. He did have good intentions but he may not have communicated what he was doing though. Poor man, may
his soul rest in peace and be honored everyday.

I often recall a quote that I heard, I do not know who said it or of its orgin, but I live its words day by day.
"Love entitles sacrifice, some greater then others." It often reminds me of a story of a fathers love for his son, and his son paying retribution
for his fathers life. This is how the story goes, A boy and his father are driving back from a trip to the boy's
Grand mothers house. The boy falls asleep during the car ride. About an hour later the father is knocked off the
road by a drunken driver. Their car was slammed against the guard railing until it went through the railing,
down a hill rolling very viciously sending glass everywhere, and finaly comming to a halt. When the car stopped the
father was mortally wounded, the boy still asleep, with little scratches here and there. The father wakes up his
son for a second shaking his arm and pleads for his son to grab the phone and call 911. His son thinks they are still driving and
his father is ranting on about something then returns to sleep. The boy's father respects that his son wants his sleep
so he decides to respecfully sit there and until his son wakes up. The man waited five hours before finally bleeding
to death, his son is woken up an hour later when help finally arrives.

The boys minor wounds are treated in the hospital and he is told about the crash. The boy asks where his father is and the nurse tending to him tells him the
dreadful news. The boy is mortified and is questioned by the police who are trying to find the drunken driver,
shortly after the boy leaves the hospital. After an hour of pointless questioning they ask the boy this question,
"There was a cellphone next to you and we found that your fathers blood was on your wrist. Why did you not call 911?"
That was the moment the boy realized that he was the cause of his fathers death. There was a short trial against the
boy but he was proven innocent and the drunken driver was arrested and sentenced to twenty-five well deserved years
in prison.

An hour after the trial the boy attempted suicide thinking it would make him even for bringing his fathers
death. Moments before the boy was to hang himself from the tree he and his father many times napped under in his
childhood, he recieved a message from someone he once and had a deep crush on gave him a phone call. Bizarrely this
call was her confession of her true feelings for the boy. Now my perception of this is the boy shifted his love of his
his father to love of this girl. He did not say a single word in the call he just let her talk for a minute before she
hung up. He sat at the base of the tree for a moment bawling his eyes out because he was really going to ruin what
his father had wished for from him. His father wanted him to live a very happy life with someone he greatly
loved and cherished, to raise a beautiful and loving family, and to choose the career that he adored the most and
to become the best he possibly could at the chosen career. The boy returned the girls call and asked her out on a date.

Yes, the boy did go out with the girl and they did get married and had a family. He did achieve that dream job and became the best in the field. But twenty years after achieving
what his father wanted him to accomplish. One by one they went away. First he got divorced from his lover, then she
gained custody of the children and went far away from him, then because of the trauma he suffered from losing his family
he was beaten by a younger person new in the field, and progressively became less productive until he was fired.
Twenty five years ago he stood at this tree willing to take his life because of what he did to his father. Now he stands
there again because he lost everything he promised his father. Moments before he hung himself from his own gallows
he realized that he had accomplished what his father wanted from him. It actually wasn't a job, a family, or a wife.
It was to feel loved, give that love to many people, and to love what he did for the world. The boy who now is a man
felt very content with what he had accomplished in his life. He walked away from the tree once more knowing he could
fix everything. He searched through many phone books, made many calls, and finally found his ex-wife.he apologized
to her for what he did, which was neglecting to be open with her. She accepted his apology because she knew he was sincere.
He saw his children again and was over joyed by their company. He then returned to his place of work which was
as a psychologist. He swiftly redeemed himself upon the release of his first and only book which was not released until his day of death.
He became the best at what he was in his field until the day he happily retired even though his book was not released.
His children now had children of their own he made them swear to the promise he made his father many years before and they kept to it.
They too made their children keep the promise.

The last day of the son's life he woke up at dawn, put on his bathrobe and slippers, walk out of his mansion,
through the morning fog, and to the tree. He sat against the tree smiling as he gazed at the rising sun holding a
jounal in his hand. Five hours the youngest of his grand-children of the age of thirteen and a male like himself
in the same state he was many years ago found him lying against the tree with the journal in hand. The boy was over
whelm in sorrow until he saw the journal which peaked his curiousity. He grabbed the journal and began to read his
grand-fathers private memiors. An hour later he was found by a police officer that was sent out to find the missing boy.
The officer saw the boy sitting next to his dead grand-father reading the last pages of the book. The boy looks up to the
officer with tears in his eyes. "You need to read this too and share it with the world" The boy hands the book to the
officer and walks back home the officer stands there for a moment gazing at the journal's title before reading "Memoirs of a broken soul", He opened to
the first page and begins reading the journal. A few years later the entire world knew what love is because that officer made sure the journal was published.
In the end the son redeemed himself by becomming and understanding his father.

When I first heard this story I was put in awe because I learned the power of ones words and how they can affect the
entire world, how one man's love for his son spread to him and that a single goal may change the world. Even if this
story was made up there are many things to learn from it. In a way the father sacrificed his very life to teach his
son what love was his son understood, so he spread his fathers words in hope that everyone would feel the he did.
Even I feel the love because I too strive for the very goals that the son had. It made me understand that I need to
feel loved to spread love. And when I have a passion in a career I use the passion I have to bring others together
with that love. If I can bring just two people together and be loved by someone myself then I will haved live a real life
that I can be proud of. Maybe my words can influence you to use your love for the better.

I too did not know what love was until I wrote these stories to share with who ever reads this. Everyword was inspired
by something that happend in my life, something I heard, something I dreamt, something that I experienced, and something I loved.
The career I choose is writing and I pray to my god, which is my love, that my career can spread love like my story taught me. May this story
bring me to the girl I love, allowing us to live with one another in harmony, to raise a family like no other, and so I can share
The love I was blessed with throughout my life with the future.