Posted by: mcmxc September 13, 2008
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Pain.Tears. Woes. Sorrows. Joy. Bliss. Mirth. Ecstasy.
If it were not for these emotional elements, our lives would not be worth living for, innit?
True love, in a wider spectrum, virtually does not exist. For many people, true love is a fallacy shrouded in illusion. I am one of them. Bites me!
But when I ponder upon the essence of LIFE, love takes the first place. And TRUE LOVE, at that.
As the originator has made an effort to point at the fact, that "true love" hurts, I wonder how many of us soaked in the very question, and how many of us even tried to assay it. I am not amazed to see the heights of boisterousness, given that we come from a confined society spoon-fed with the moral and ethical oxymoron. And yet, I would not be surprised if some of us find it ludicrous, and rant the offensives. After all, it is our prerogative.
True Love. We tend to believe that there is no such thing as true love. Some of us think that true love is just a veneer of a farcical affair, and contained within the institution of marriage, and namely relationships. Some of us think that true love is an extension of paranoia and state of exultation. But how many of us think that TRUE LOVE is just true love, devoid of temptations and selfishness.
I, for one, have only one belief. There is TRUE LOVE, and believe me, it hurts. It might not always hurt, but it hurts. Why do I believe so?
I LOVE YOU. There is a magic in these words. There is an inexplicable aura in the words itself, and the feeling is awesome. Just awesome. Everything looks beautiful,and everything feels beautiful. Being in love is a feeling that defies all the rationale, and vanquishes the shreds of dubiousness. And there is heart. Heart is the only part of our body that holds infinite power to nothing and everything. Yes, the juxtaposition of matters, and yet renders the true meaning of life.
HURT. A terrible four letter word. Everyone dreads it. And it is inescapable, as it is insurmountable. But as chaste is love, such nefarious is hurt. But the question is, why are we hurt? There are plethora of reasons, and each and all of us have a unique perception about that. And nary a single perspective ramifies the chutzpah of such harangued cliche. SO, we can well just be content in the searching of the reason, and spend our lives in an anticipation of some divine intervention.
So, let me not stray from the topic.
I believe that TRUE LOVE always hurts when to no avail. But as materialistic we humans are, love is more of a physical togetherness and spiritual bonding, which we sometimes call soul mate.We fall in love, find love, and find happiness and joy. And tears and rues cannot be the components of an apartheid nonetheless. But when we fall out of love, it is a mere disclaimer to ones loyalty, and rather fickleness. And such ensues hurt. But it also occurs when there is no attainment of such connubial bliss. Due to reasons unworthy of, or illogical, we have to forsake or abandon our love; make sacrifices to appease others. And we settle for something our heart does not sit well with. And that hurts,sorrows knock you down and if you are not strong, you just succumb into it. The only flip-side is, if we let the sorrow gnaw into our existence, or rise beyond it, and live a blissful life. The choice is entirely ours. Yours and Mine.
PostScript: The aforementioned views are solely mine, and as ambiguous or hypocritical it might seem, it is not intended to offend anybody's opinions. However, I beg to differ with couple of comments posed earlier. But the rhetoric is entirely your right. As they say, one person's good is another person's bad. C'est La Vie!! pour Quoi Pas?
If it were not for these emotional elements, our lives would not be worth living for, innit?
True love, in a wider spectrum, virtually does not exist. For many people, true love is a fallacy shrouded in illusion. I am one of them. Bites me!
But when I ponder upon the essence of LIFE, love takes the first place. And TRUE LOVE, at that.
As the originator has made an effort to point at the fact, that "true love" hurts, I wonder how many of us soaked in the very question, and how many of us even tried to assay it. I am not amazed to see the heights of boisterousness, given that we come from a confined society spoon-fed with the moral and ethical oxymoron. And yet, I would not be surprised if some of us find it ludicrous, and rant the offensives. After all, it is our prerogative.
True Love. We tend to believe that there is no such thing as true love. Some of us think that true love is just a veneer of a farcical affair, and contained within the institution of marriage, and namely relationships. Some of us think that true love is an extension of paranoia and state of exultation. But how many of us think that TRUE LOVE is just true love, devoid of temptations and selfishness.
I, for one, have only one belief. There is TRUE LOVE, and believe me, it hurts. It might not always hurt, but it hurts. Why do I believe so?
I LOVE YOU. There is a magic in these words. There is an inexplicable aura in the words itself, and the feeling is awesome. Just awesome. Everything looks beautiful,and everything feels beautiful. Being in love is a feeling that defies all the rationale, and vanquishes the shreds of dubiousness. And there is heart. Heart is the only part of our body that holds infinite power to nothing and everything. Yes, the juxtaposition of matters, and yet renders the true meaning of life.
HURT. A terrible four letter word. Everyone dreads it. And it is inescapable, as it is insurmountable. But as chaste is love, such nefarious is hurt. But the question is, why are we hurt? There are plethora of reasons, and each and all of us have a unique perception about that. And nary a single perspective ramifies the chutzpah of such harangued cliche. SO, we can well just be content in the searching of the reason, and spend our lives in an anticipation of some divine intervention.
So, let me not stray from the topic.
I believe that TRUE LOVE always hurts when to no avail. But as materialistic we humans are, love is more of a physical togetherness and spiritual bonding, which we sometimes call soul mate.We fall in love, find love, and find happiness and joy. And tears and rues cannot be the components of an apartheid nonetheless. But when we fall out of love, it is a mere disclaimer to ones loyalty, and rather fickleness. And such ensues hurt. But it also occurs when there is no attainment of such connubial bliss. Due to reasons unworthy of, or illogical, we have to forsake or abandon our love; make sacrifices to appease others. And we settle for something our heart does not sit well with. And that hurts,sorrows knock you down and if you are not strong, you just succumb into it. The only flip-side is, if we let the sorrow gnaw into our existence, or rise beyond it, and live a blissful life. The choice is entirely ours. Yours and Mine.
PostScript: The aforementioned views are solely mine, and as ambiguous or hypocritical it might seem, it is not intended to offend anybody's opinions. However, I beg to differ with couple of comments posed earlier. But the rhetoric is entirely your right. As they say, one person's good is another person's bad. C'est La Vie!! pour Quoi Pas?