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What is life? A series of tests? What is death? Another step of life? What is fear? An excuse? Why must we ask ourselves questions, if we already know the answers? Life is a paradox. One moment, something will makes sense, but only long enough to lead us to the next moment…when that same “something” makes no sense at all. It has been stated many times, that love is the only answer…but to what? What question could be posed where love could possibly the single, solitary answer? For example: a nearly-failed marriage? Sure, it takes love…along with determination, forgiveness, and a whopping amount of patience. Though a noble idea and a worthy thought, we are so blinded by our own hopes and dreams that we see straight through the solution, leading us to run circles around the problem, waiting, wishing for an answer. We focus so hard on one aspect of the solution, that even though it’s part of the answer, it then begins to contribute to the problem. Paradox? I think so.