What used to repel me now fascinate me. Why is it that we can somehow love something so much that we used to despise? Is it because love is something to be learned? Is it because love and hate are so similar as the saying goes “a fine line between love and hate?” Or is it our desire to be won over, to be proven that some things we thought were wrong. Is it that subconscious feeling of deep relief of contempt to ecstasy that gives us that natural high that we long for?
How come something I once found of bore
I now so adore and want more and more
From
Tomatoes
Random conversations with strangers
The color pink
Coffee
Electronic music
The show Entourage
And the list continues...
I live to learn. I live to love. Until one day, I cannot live, learn, or love anymore.
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