Love&loss

Loss happens. It happens to everyone at some point of time In life. But Life doesn't stop because you lost. Because "you aren't good enough" or "someone broke your heart". Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. We keep going, as time heals all doesn't it. It's like the time, air and sunlight would bare our waves of shock, until all the shock was spent. then in time to come the light would grow still again and there, our dear ordinary would have healed as seamlessly as an image on water. People will be fine eventually, So keep going.

Well atleast we should, not just cus it's socially acceptable but because being stuck in a porthole really doesnt do life in and of itself justice. We all lose many things over the years and its safe to say that most would have hated it. Well atleast I did. And I hate/hated losing them. Everything. The accomplishments, if any, the games that were so important to me (tho i still cant figure out why) the people, the feeling, the sense of hope and the list reaches no end.

So?

People strive they try they hope they cry they desire they yearn and they crave. But life's not all mangoes and lemons. Some doors will shut in your face, figuratively, some will taste bitter some will feel like.. Pain. Why the shut doors then? Because the one who flung the stars and universe into place knows what's meant, and what's not meant to be.


Am I getting too vague? Lets talk about something more relatable say.. People.

(For the broken)

So losing someone feels very similar to being in the pits of hell and maybe you need something more than a "move on he/she isn't worth it". People people people. Why the desire for them to begin with? Is it love or is it lust. Is it because its nice to have a company, it's nice to feel loved and its nice to even love. Knowing that you're the reason behind someone's smile feels good right?

Because its all about yourself.

Above all, people are broken because they break themselves. Or atleast they allow themselves to be. They put their heart in a lovely box filled with glitter and confetti, tie it up with a lace ribbon and send it away. They watch it get set on fire, and they do close to nothing. It's like taking a dive down the well of despair without the harness to save yourself. Only to realize that it wasn't worth it.

What is it to love someone, really.

love is self sacrificial. It's giving, not demanding. It's patient, not hasty. it's caring its firm it's protective and it's secure.

I believe one has to love oneself, and feel so full emotionally before one can ever love unconditionally. Because without that, you're simply feeding off the other.

Don't say you love someone until you mean it. Or because you think tou mean it. And don't mistake lust or infatuation for love

So.. It's amazing if I love anyone other than myself. Because love is an amazing creation. It's beautiful