Love: A paradox at best

I love it all
I love the ups and downs, Jazz at 7am, thinking if mookie made the right choice, wondering if my existence was destined or if that's just what helps me sleep at night, recess at age 9, Saturday morning cartoons when I thought the world was mine, dreaming of greatness, sunsets filled w/uncertainty and sunrises that take determination to new heights. I love faith in the unknown, doubt in the unknown, the search for excellence and deciding what exactly excellence means, that balance between doing me and being selfless, the struggle for meaning, the power of hope, the danger of hope, the power of love, the ignorance love can bring, the search for truth, the fear of truth, the single mom saying fuck you to adversity, the kid in Africa who won't let his dream be deferred, the drug dealer that cares more about the kids than the school board.
I love dreaming of the woman that will change it all, giving my mom the key to the crib that will bring tears to us all, seeing my siblings be greater than me, leaving this world better than what I now see, and above all searching for that separate peace.

Love, the most powerful of them all.