I love a lot of things, my family, Tintti(my cat), other animals, nature, my friends, photographing, writing, a lot of stuff.
You can love pretty much anything, and the love is always different, depending on the object of the love. But some things are always the same.
In my opinion the things you love shape and define you just the same as the things you do.
Your family is the base of your individuality. Whether you wanna be just like your family or wanna break free from the family ways. I know my family has shaped me, they’re all animal lovers like me, that’s the part where I wanna be like them because I love them. But then there are things, that even though I love them, I don’t wanna learn from them. I don’t wanna be as prejudiced as some of my family members. And even though not all of my family members see eye-to-eye with my views of the world, my wish to travel the world, live abroad and live my life protecting nature and making decisions that help the environment, I love them. The fact that they don’t always seem to believe in me makes me want to prove myself to them. I wouldn’t wanna do that if I didn’t love them, their opinion wouldn’t matter to me if I didn’t. So my family shapes me.
I love photographing, because it gives me a way to show the world as I see it. It gives me a way to show other people the beauty of an animal, plant or a simple moment of life. I can show what matters to me in this world.
My love for animals and nature shapes my career wishes. I’d love to become a biologist, so I could help animals and other organisms and maybe make other people realize how important and beautiful they all are in their own way.
In my opinion, love is something that shapes us to be the people we are. No matter how much we try not to let them, the people and things we love, change us. When you love something, you can’t imagine your life without it. Like when you have a dear friend or a family member and for some reason you lose them, it leaves a hole in your life, but most of all, it leaves a hole in your heart. That’s what love is to me. Unconditional caring. You think you can’t live without the things you love. But sometimes you have to let them go, it hurts at first, but you learn to live without them with time. Pets and loved-ones die, but their memory stays forever in your memory. The hurt of losing something you love may never go away, but in time it lessens.
That’s what I call love.
Things and people you don’t wanna let go, but sometimes have to.
Things that make us who we are, things that shape us.
Passions, that we can share with the world.