The beauty of the breakdown and rebuilding is nothing short of breathtaking. It makes me think of the Phoenix, who must die to be reborn. Each decision we make decides if something in us will die or live, you feed the good or the bad habits/things in your life. 

A bit random: When you think of how a word by itself could mean anything, but strung together with others could make a declaration of love of a statement of hate; how could you not love words and want to fill the world with declarations of love?