There is a lot of love here for you.
This world is full of love. Every circumstance, when experienced without a story, is an expression of love. Even the stories themselves are expressions of love.
Fear, grief, and all other suffering are also expressions of love: A love that is misunderstood, a love that is born out of the innocence of confusion.
This world is a canvas in which love paints with many different colors and infinite variation. A canvas that surrounds us and includes us. It is there for us to appreciate and enjoy.
That is the first purpose of life: to enjoy it, it all it's expression.