When two bodies attract each other so much, that their minds, as a part of body, tries to become one, then we call that feeling sometimes as love. Each one of us feels that the same feeling which all of us have, is actually different for every one of us. Huh. What an irony. N this is not actually created by man. Its eternal. The reason being, all of us feel, that we have a different kind of mindset, a very different kind of thinking, yet we don’t realize, that our manufacturer is the same. Huh. We have same kind of essence that all others, of us have. N yet we are different from each other. This is called an eternal irony. Hehe.
Love, is just a feeling that is common to all of us. Whether we know someone or not, whether we are linked to someone or not, the feeling that comes to our heart at that time, for that person, is nothing, but form of love. We have love for everyone, known or unknown. Just that we have a human tendency to compartmentalize it. To divide it, into many forms n relations. But in this process, we actually forget the actual love. The actual process, the actual feeling. We just live to satisfy ourselves, n to meet the needs of society around us. Till the time our position in society is maintained. We even sometimes love, only to live upto the expectations that society around us has of us. What a shame. We lose our own identity in the hands of that society, which belongs to no one, which can do no good to anyone. N above all of this, we have become so inhumane, that we don’t even think of our own selves. We don’t have time to think who we are. We just go on living, just to live. It hardly matters no.
For me it does. I want to know what love is. I want to love. But not the way that society wants me to. I want to love, the way, my heart tells me to. Irrespective of the known unknown boundation. Irrespective of expectations. N irrespective of any third person or the society. I just wana be me. I just wana be everyone around me. N I wana experience the oneness, that I have with everyone around me, that God has, with all of us.
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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