about love..

People don’t know how to love, they would rather hit then hold, slap than kiss.

Aint it strange how everything is stronger and more powerful than love ? Fears, problems, worries seem to make love dissapear like it never existed.

 If we can love only when we are happy, which is probably less than a month in the year , then why  we long so much to love and to be loved ? If we live most of our lifes without love how exactly do we know what is to love, and why are we ready to kill it once we feel it?

Is human nature so miserable that it cant handle anything but the misery or are we  humans simply made to destroy?