Do you love life or does life love you?

I agree. Pretty black and blue from that stick but still love life.

No that makes perfect sense. Love is a word that's meaning gets lost often. I think one can only truly understand love when they've both experienced it and lost it. Often love comes after something is lost - at least the realisation of your love for it is only apparent then. What I'm saying is that I think most people love life - people need life, they breathe life, they desire life both personally and instinctively. They even probably love their life despite its imperfections. Our lives can be horrible, unbearable, painful but there's always some aspect of it even if you can't see it or feel it or admit it, even if it is simply the desire not to lose it - no matter how hidden it is it's always there and that indicates our love for life. Not just life but ours. Memories - they mean everything to us. Everything to every single one of us. If you don't feel that now then that's because you're blocking them out. Memories are both painful and beautiful. They capture feelings that are still here but long forgotten - they capture a personal interpretation of a specific emotion - sadness, happiness, anger, hate. Those emotions are what make us human, what make life interesting and what we never want to lose. Because once you can't feel, you can't love - except through memories. So, no matter how hard you try to deny it, everybody loves their life, even if it's just a little or just a distant memory. If memories are intertwined with us then they never leave us truly and therefore the memory of love is with you and so surely that at least means something? Love tends to also run side by side with hate. But that's another story. :)

It beats me with a stick...then gives me a hug.

Quite confusing.

Both

Same. I've been hitting back lately. Felt good.

Both

Both. I've been beaten and I've won too. I'm sure lovin life now.

Both!

i love life, and here lately its been loving me back...although sometimes it decides to be a tricky little bastard and screw me over...

Even though it does me wrong pretty often, I do love it.