“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies”
Aristotle
So I was writing a love story, when I realised all we hear about love these days are these love stories that end with a happy ending! I guess that is what we all love to hear, but I don’t like falling for the clichés, hence why I decided to write something different! Perhaps a very familiar perspective, but where it is your decision to make up the rest of the story in your minds! A one direction love is not something that belongs to the films, because it gives the writer the difficulty of picturing what is going on in mind of the individual, and perhaps makes it ever more difficult to give it a happy ending. If there is such a work or if they ever make such a thing, it must become a master piece! I don’t want any of you to think that I don’t believe in love with happy endings(yet there is no such a thing as an ending to any story, it’s usually our minds that would like to put an ending to a good story, to keep it in our minds that way and always be happy about it). I guess the other post of mine “Leili and Madman” made it clear that I still believe such love can happen, something that after ages, people still talk about, a story written by a great writer or a film made by a great film maker can stay in our minds forever, and sometimes act as rays of hope in a dark tunnel called life.
I don’t know if we should call it a game of chances or destiny, but I know many people who never found love! With the theories that we have made for ourselves, how can this be possible?! Are these theories made by our imagination, or optimism?! Is it the hope that keeps us going?!
Because i would not understand a person who would ever say they don’t need love! As once I read somewhere that “A man who says, he does not trust love anymore, love loses its trust in him”. So what is that little factor that stops us from finding it?! IF there is love, then what is it, except LOVE! Does anyone have a true understanding of it?! Is it stupid of us to fall for the theory of existence off love? Or is it a reality that we don’t know much about?!
I don’t want to diss the amazing work of scientists, but all these money spent for finding out where we come from and where we go, why there are so little information about love?! Love being the reason why we live and it being the path between the existence and the ending line!
I will let you all to think about these things in your own time, considering I don’t have a clear vision about love myself! It is a lot of questions that my answer to them changes as I grow every second. I however decided to write something about the third parties! The ones whose thoughts are unheard! This could not come out as any other way rather than a page of a diary or a person who does not wear his/her heart on his/her sleeve! I will not overcomplicate the writing; I very much like to keep it as simple as diary is written in....
“Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly”
Robert Frost
“How would I go any further like this? I have realised that sometimes keeping a secret is the best way of saving some things, only because you know if the truth comes out, you will lose that minimum that you have settled for...a friendship, the companionship of him, the little sensation you get when he smiles at you...That little simple secret that keeps this deem light burning, yet burns you from inside so hard that one day you are unable to breath and then it’s over! Or is it EVER over?!
All those moments you are looking for all those possible millions of reasons why this is not right, why you should stop the way you are feeling...then every single reason turns into a smile on your face reminding you of all those reasons why you DO feel this way... .
When you are so convinced that this is wrong and it will never work out, but yet you keep going on and on, not letting the light to turn off! Darkness means being lost and I don’t want to be lost! Without this, without love, I am lost! Many people come and go, many days come and go, yet this is the only shining light, and I have decided to keep it this way... every day hopping for a miracle! But i know miracles don’t happen that often! Miracles belong to the stories and I am stock in the reality... the reality that is darker than when I close my eyes and dream...! Love is blind, because in all that darkness all you see is the beauty, and the ugly is lost.... I have found my killing happiness in darkness, and this shimmering light is nothing but pain, a joyful pain that I accept to keep inside forever... what they can’t take away from me is what I grow in my mind....my dreams are mine, where I can control!!!! Reality is only that crazy driver who doesn’t know where he is going... it could only end in an accident. My world, my love is made of these twisted strands of reality and dreams, and I can’t change anything...”
“Falling in love is not at all the most stupid thing that people do—but gravitation cannot be held responsible for it.” Albert Einstein
Love and Peace
Rona Sinni
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