Love is like the tide.
Like the gentle lapping of waves on the beach.
It’s tireless, eternal, patient, waiting for us to come to it.
Hate is like a hurricane.
Like the monstrous thundering wind and rain.
It’s powerful, consuming, loud, drawing all attention to itself.
But once the hurricane is gone, the tide still hasn’t stopped. It puts the beach back to the way it was and keeps on it’s track, day after day. All you have to do is go to it.