Love Is Alive

Love Is Alive

Love isn’t theory. It’s not abstract. It breathes, it grows, it pushes through cracks in the hardest ground.

Look at this rose — it doesn’t ask permission to bloom. It doesn’t hold back out of fear. It rises, fierce and free, because that’s what being alive means.

We often talk about love as if it’s fragile, something to protect, something that might break. But love is tougher than we give it credit for. It survives distance time, mistakes. It grows back stronger after storms.

To bloom in love — whether for a person, for life itself, for what you create — is to declare: I am alive, and I choose to grow. The petals here don’t just open; they reach. That’s what love does — it expands you beyond what you thought you could be.

Because love isn’t just felt. Love is alive.