Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Love

We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don't even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It's time to put an end to this. It's time for us to let ourselves be loved. Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where you are headed because love is not a want it's a need.
I believe everyone of us dreams and hallucinates about love because it's something that fascinates us. That moment when you see that old couple sitting hand in hand and smiling. That happiness,  that joy, that feeling I think it is the one drug which we all crave. Like water it's a necessity. Now the question that comes is that how far will one go in search of love? To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soul mates, and spend there lives together perfecting the imperfections of there relationships.
They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix, the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love, one that burns and flies, and you run with it! Simply because you're soo entangled in it. You're enchanted by it. Love is supposed to be finding your other part. Funny thing is I believe it's getting lost in it and all the feelings that come with it. It's free falling with no parachute. It's the rush, it's the freedom, it's love.

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