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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
1. What is love? People have always wondered what love is; they are still searching for an answer to this question desperately, they devote stories, poems and songs to love, trying to describe it with words. One call it the most beautiful thing on the Earth, holy and pure; the others depict is as an endless pain for a heart, true love for them is just a beautiful fairy-tale in which they tend to believe like children when there is nothing left – no strength, no hope, no light in front of them. Some say love is a feeling, and a feeling is a mystery that very often can’t be understood, can’t be revealed, hence we can’t describe love, can’t define it. But everything is simpler – they all can claim to be right. A loving heart has found the answer to the question that has tormented us for so long – love is... everything. All the common sense is behind these four letters. Love is the world we live in – it is the only power that keeps our planet spinning, it is stronger than everything that can ever ruin the world, it is evidently the only humane thing that brings us together and inspires us not to destroy the last, but to create the most. Love is us – it is deep inside every person’s heart and soul, it lives even in a broken, even in a rotten heart; the way the person shows it tells everything about them, for only in love a person opens up and reveals their true colors rather than wears a mask. Love is the mirror of everyone’s soul - it is the greatest trial, it is a battle in which we do not only take part, but see ourselves as just passive onlookers at the same time. Looking in this mirror, everyone reveals their new “I”, the reflection that the person sees leaves them much to think over, so love is plenty of thoughts. These thoughts, sooner or later, make us realize that love is the essence of our life – it is something that always comes first, not letting anything else rule this life. Love is intuition that shows us the way, it is the insight that brings us to the people we’ve been searching for so long, it helps us see their souls through their eyes, it makes us understand the person’s nature, it makes us able to help anyone who ever needs help. Love is experience, love is knowledge – being in love, we go through everything for two at a time. Love is our hope, our last strength, the light in front of us - when everything falls apart right in front of us, it still makes us move forward and believe in the best. Love is the most precious gift, ever given to us by destiny – it has inspired great authors to create their masterpieces, it has taught us to see the wonders around us and appreciate every minor thing; when we love, everything around is a beauty for an eye. But it is a torment, it is bitter tears and great longing – even a minute without the one we love seems to be infinity; if love is not shared, it is always too much for one heart, so, overfilling this heart, it becomes a burden. Love is often a never understandable grief, it makes us cry a thousand tears and then wonder: “What I was crying for?” Love is pain... pain of the one that is multiplied by two. At last, love is eternity – through years and centuries it was and will always be alive. 2. Reflections. One more day has gone and will never be back. One more act in this play called life has been performed, one more time I’ve had to pretend in front of everyone just to hide my frustration and pain, my envy to anyone who is happy, not letting anyone feel sorry for me, a thousand more times I’ve had to convince the others that everything will be fine soon, having my own hope buried very deep inside. I cannot be truthful to anyone… but myself. Deep inside I can remain myself, crying invisible tears and giving my last strength to make them invisible for all… as if I didn’t need this, last, strength for something more significant, something vital… But now, in the end of the day, I’m floating away to another world that doesn’t know any lies, that treasures all memories and hidden feelings, that is filled with the air of love. I feel lifeless, but I’m still breathing. I find the strength to keep me alive through one more night in my dreams, and my dreams gain strength for remaining alive… from love. Oh, how I wish to turn the time back and return to several years ago… but just for a day. Everything seemed to be so significant, but was so shallow. I was so naive, but never realized it, and it didn’t make those last moments of carefree any worse. I miss those days sometimes… having nothing in my hands to treasure, I knew I still had time to grow up and see my expectations and dreams coming true; not knowing love, I couldn’t even imagine how the world worked, releasing myself from the realization of so many troubles. Returning there for a moment would mean having a rest I need so much and getting the last chance to hide from my feelings and lie to myself, for now I can’t escape from love, I can’t close my eyes in front of it, I have no right of being afraid and no right of being mistaken. I can escape from love, only escaping from this world and leaving everything behind. Still I’m lying alone and thinking of someone I always remembered when I wanted to share any moment of sorrow or happiness… of someone I always remembered, or never forgot, of someone I’m ready to share everything in my life with. He’s in my heart, but I’m still alone here, in this dark room, feeling empty and lost in this solitude. Tears are filling my eyes, but I’m numb even to cry. I wonder if I’m still alive… and the answer comes suddenly, being so simple. I am alive, for I still have feelings, for I’m still able to love with all my heart. And I realize that I should withstand, I should be strong… not only for myself, but first of all for someone who has inspired me to live. He’s become my life, and I just can’t escape it… |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Heavy vent... I can't help thinking of my own turmoils when I read this... I think the answer lies in the ability to live in the moment. Forget the past, occasionally dream of the future, but live in today...otherwise you just might miss it! My heart goes out to you... |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
ABD, such a touching admission. It's all part of our mind growing up and catching up with our body. We are forever students... tb |
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