Love is a prayer. I pray. I wish for the people I love to all be happy. I wish
for all of them to fulfill their wishes. I wish for everyone to live somewhere
warm, cool, or whatever they find comfortable, and be surrounded by their
loved ones. I want absolute bliss to pour on them like heavy rain. I love every
single person in the world. Those whose names I know, those whose names I
don’t know, those I will get to know, those I will never get to know; I love all
of them. Because, if things go well, we could become very close; that possi-
bility alone is enough of a reason for me to love everyone. Naturally, I don’t
care about the differences between everyone else and me. It’s obvious every
person will be different. I don’t even mind everyone’s flaws, blunders, or er-
rors. We might meet through some coincidence and, maybe, become friends,
or perhaps something even more important to each other; that being a pos-
sibility is what makes me love every other human. If I get to meet them, I can
love each and every human individually. We simply don’t know each other by
chance, but if we ever get to meet and things go well, then maybe we can love
each other even more strongly. That is why I pray for everyone. My prayers
themselves are love.