Love Wins on a Logical Level

Love wins, not just through feeling, but through reason.
Power and control rise only to defend weak logic, to hide fear beneath authority.
Every tyranny, every ideology, every manipulation begins as insecurity wearing certainty’s mask.

The world trembles on its hinges.
My only wish is to live long enough to see what rises from the smoke,
what remains of us when illusion turns to ash.

I know people who dream of better worlds.
One friend imagines a life without money,
where all stand on equal ground.
Once, I too dreamed like that,
of simple truths, clean endings, villains marked in black.
But life is rarely that pure.

Yes, some hoard. Yes, some exploit.
Yes, systems serve the powerful.
But perfection was never promised.
The struggle is not a flaw in the world,
it is the world.
To flee from struggle is to deepen suffering.
Every utopia built to end pain has built new cages.

Inequality will endure, not because life is cruel,
but because difference is real.
The task is not to erase it,
but to let struggle forge wisdom, not oppression.

Balance, not perfection.
Compassion, not control.
Logic with love, not power with fear.

For love, true love, the kind that sees clearly,
does not erase the storm.
It stands within it,
together.