I sit here,like i do every day and ponder. My mind strays off to things, random, some of value and some of no significance. People around me talk about love and happiness and power. I know none. The words, the thoughts, the void itself betrays me. I am left with none. I do not know what love is beyond that it accounts for our lives. That we fight many wars for love, that we sacrifice for the mere word. that we die for it. that love is not for everyone. Few have it, yet less than few can feel it and less than less few can truly experience it. so its established that love is a rare commodity. still there is little i understand of love and happiness. Do we really need to understand the feelings born out of these two…
The companionship of love with us is born the day we are born. It grows and nurtures along with our entity. It has been there when we were but a mere fetus. The love, raw and non existent but there, very much. What shapes us as we grow in the world, also gives contours to the existence of love within us. L.O.V.E.
The four lettered word is tested time and again by people, they put themselves and others to test for this word. I am told it is more than just a word. indeed, but what?
I had a dream of a flower. As the petals gently curled opened themselves to the rhythm of morning air, the dance of the dew; I realized that something between them three was born. it was love. Love of their companionship of only a couple of fragile moments.
Human love, does it make us selfish? if true love is pure and beyond petty things in life then how come we develop traits that go against the very idea of a pristine feeling of love.