Most people around me want love, want
to be in love! Up till recently, I was a lead singer in the love choir. I’ve
always had a whimsical approach when it came to love. See I am the type of
person who is always in a state of love, it could be with a man, a song,
clothes, food anything that stimulates my heart and mind, I can fall in love
with, and this world has so much magic you can’t blame me. My friend, a solid
strong woman who my life would lack warmth if she wasn’t part of the ingredient,
would always look at love from a different angle. An angle I am still trying to
fathom, but an angle that makes sense. It’s a form of comfort more than
passion, I can’t really explain it because I am very passionate and irrationally
biased so no matter how hard I try passion will always dominate.
I haven’t written in a while, and
writing is usually therapy to me so sometimes I am talking to myself not to you.
So, making no sense is normal, don’t judge! Some close ones to my heart are
suffering deeply from love, I have tasted that sour recipe before and my God it
is painful, I mean sometimes no light can find its way to you. Today, love for me goes beyond mind and body stimulation. Love is
communication, comfort, empathy a force driving the good out of people. Love
has controlled me, it raised me and it buried me, it blossomed and broke me, it
moved me and destroyed me.
I recently realized that sometimes we
tend to project what we want to see, hear and feel in people. We orchestrate it
to a point where being in love becomes mandatory, but in reality it’s the desperate
need of love that manipulates the scenario. We share moments with people and we
sometimes turn these moments to a chorus that we want to keep singing and if we
fail to proceed the chorus turns into a song, a sad melody! Because disappointed
hopes usually react that way. When we can’t harvest the seed of love, we seed
negativity on top of it and we keep watering it till there is no room for a new
seed of love to grow. We have to learn to allow failed attempts to move along without
destroying the memory of it. I am learning to look at the bright side of every
attempt, and it helps it really does establish a peaceful approach. Love is not
loss, turn into a win no matter what.
