I once believed that love revealed itself only in heartbreak—listening to “Dear John” on repeat, convinced that true love lived in the ache of losing it. But growing older has taught me otherwise.

Love is not fate or accident. It is an art, a discipline of the soul. Like painting or writing, it requires patience, attention, and practice. Love is not only romance, nor limited to human bonds—it is a way of being. To love is to choose, again and again, with presence and devotion.

I’ve come to see love in the work I do—deepening, learning, understanding—until joy blooms and the eyes begin to sparkle. I love feeling it within myself, and I love witnessing it in others.

This is why love stands as one of SAEBLOOM’s three ideas. Alongside creativity and flow, love is the ground that gives them meaning. I am no expert—only a learner. To me, love is not something we find, but something we keep practicing and creating.