In my early twenties, I was lonely and struggling and scraping by all alone in a new city when I came upon a notion that changed my life.
Paraphrasing from a book, it was:
"The only way to guarantee your life is filled with love is to be the most loving person you can be."
Holy smokes! I'd been going about it all wrong. I'd been looking for love from the outside: trying to make friends, choose the right career, find a partner, maybe get a dog. And all those things are fine, and worthwhile. But *even if* you make friends, find a partner, do good work, adopt a dog -- they come with no guarantee of love. (Well, except maybe the dog.)
The only way you can guarantee your life is filled with love - is to be the most loving person you can be.
Anyway. Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.
May your lives be filled with love in all its forms.