eccentricity of love
It is a luxury that once in a while, love gives us a fairy tale, taking us to a magical place right in the middle of an oh-so ordinary and boring life, just when we least expect it. Making us feel alive and see the world in vivid colors. You find yourself listening to love songs. You begin your day with a happy note, waking up each morning with a sense of fulfillment, contentment and bliss.
Nothing in the world could thieve you of your happiness. And as some would die for their belief, for their religion, for their pride and for their power, you’ll say you’d die for love. Loving to the point of madness, madness that knows no bound nor space nor time; madness that is interminable and unlimited; madness that knows but one thing, and that is to love. You become blinded by what is all around you, for all that matters is to love that someone who makes you feel complete. Accepting them whole-heartedly, not minding their imperfections, nay, you don’t find them flawed at all, for in your eyes, they are perfect.
But it this same madness that drives one in a tight spot; into deep woe and torment that is deemed unbearable. True, love frees us of all our grief and miseries, of our soreness and suffering, of all the pain in life compounded by time. But the hurt and the desolation that is caused by it are much greater. This is the peculiarity of love. And though great is the anguish a failed attempt can make you feel, still so many are in pursuit of it. It is because love is addictive. You’ll yearn for the joy it brings, the pleasure it makes you feel. You crave for the tender touch, the kind words and the soft kisses it bestows upon you...
And as we cannot direct its path, let love direct its own course; let it flow into your life and into your heart. Embrace it when it comes and let it dwell within you. Enjoy every moment of it, while it last. But woe betide: you cannot compel it to stay; and if it chooses to leave, let it go. Endure the heartache it’ll bring. Learn from it. Bear the anguish and deal with the sorrow…Your one consolation is that no matter how many times you fall out of it battered and wounded; no amount of ordeal can equal the happiness that only love can give you. And hey, it won’t be long. One day, somehow, you’ll stand again, ready to face life; eager to fall in love once more…
Such is the eccentricity of love… (and what it did to me...)
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posted by jaded fool @ 6:55 AM
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