В колонках играет - Sting, "Shape of My Heart"
Настроение сейчас - Thoughtful

Where is the love? Why are we searching for it? If one cannot find it, it does not mean that love cannot find you. It's just waiting for you. But you are waiting for its coming. Hour by hour, day by day, year by year. The love comes, when one does not wait for it. The love appears suddenly unintentionally appear. The love comes itself. So, who for who searches?
What is the love? The love is an illness of which nobody wants to get rid. Everybody wants to be fallen ill with it and nobody hurries to be recovered; if you are suffering from it, you will not ask for healing.
What is the world without love? Just nothing. The love itself is the whole world. It's only an empty spacing around us without love.
Why are we loving? We are loving to be alive, to be loved, to be together and to be true.

ЗЫ: Не спрашивайте, почему на английскому. Сама не знаю.
Может есть грамматические и прочие ошибки, но я старалась лишь передать суть моих мыслей.