Stein Style... maybe?

What is love is a question.
The answer is different to everyone who responds.
To some it is an emotion done my chance, others it’s chosen.
To some it is infatuation for someone they see themselves spending the rest of their lives with.
Love is a pain that stings like a bee on a hot summer day when you’re sitting under a tree.
Did you ever notice when you look for something you can never find it.
The minute you forget you lost it, it finds you.
How come you find it when you don’t need it anymore?
That is just stupid!
What is the purpose to life?
Does it even have a purpose, or are we just Gods little figurines?
Are we here to find a lover, an enemy, a friend, a helper, or be a helper, a healer or a dealer?
Who decided our purposes?
Or do we? Does God make a map of our lives and we just pick the route to the end?
Money.
Money seems kind of silly to a poor man, who is happy,
But pretty important to a sad millionaire.
Why do we work so hard to have nice things, when we should be working hard to be nice and good people because then we will have nice things in the end.
Do you do things because you want to or because others want you to.
Live your life, take the road that will lead you to happiness and joy.
Thank you for life, and thank you for family.
Family is a strong bond.
A bond that is hard to break.
Thank you for family for they are the people who teach us to love.
But what exactly is Love.