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.