Philosophical Jargon…
To be in love does not imply there will be seasons of “good, okay and not so good”. If at all
there are, they are not facts to be accepted as situations that must occur.
Who is responsible for these feelings to arise? Who and what is the cause for letting these emotions penetrate into the heart and mind of a being in love? Is it not but “us”? When one commences to root himself within such thoughts? Is it not, by a matter of love and faith, the genuine responsibility of the other to steer him back in due course? Is he not to silently read the heart of the other and assure himself that he can and will pull him out as soon as possible?
Times such as this, stir further compassion and warmth that is one of self realization and an ironical understanding into the human connection known as love- the ever so eternal bond, which aggravates sadness and in a split moment, wipes it happy.
Love is the subject, the cause and the sole consequence, all in one. Hmm ... Tonight, I am reminded of the thought, “Like a poet needs the pain”. When things are seemingly right and bright, it is considered a perfect state to be in. But do we realize that it is not a state of creative energy? Could it be sadness or introspection could be a more harmonious situation where the heart and mind try to understand one another and give birth to the most revitalizing energy for mankind.
It is but the state of balance, and I presume that’s what adds to the fear. You could either be having things wrong and getting them worse or you could be putting things straight and making the most of it. Everyone thinks they know everything, and that’s what they know is right. Some are aggressive in proving their points, some are passive enough to give in, and some just don’t want to get in touch with their emotions.
Purity and trust- Purity of the mind, the soul, the heart and the body as well as trust of good faith to give of yourself completely, knowing that you won’t be misunderstood, tested or taken advantage of. The question is- why doesn’t man put himself in a situation where both are sad and morbid, because of each other, for each other? Is it an asset of this
beautiful connection or is it a shadow under which its subjects fall every dusk just like an hour clock?
Is it beautiful to be sad? Is it an emotion one would want to evoke in the other for the simple fact of it being a thing of beauty? At this moment of time, I am sad, therefore, I am tuning into my sensitivities, searching for the cause of my solace. I find but one answer- I am in love, yes I am. And if I am experiencing solitude at this period in time, it is because of love.. And then I smile and I feel everything is just fine. It is beautiful. I am at peace with myself and love, and I close my eyes and smile to myself again.
Maybe then, it is right, “there are good times, okay times and not so good times”. Am I giving into practicality and logic? Am I being passive by giving in? I want to disagree so very much, and so I will. I’m a fool in love, and it’s beautiful. And if I’m sad, it’s beautiful as well!