If our souls can be weighed, how much is given to love?
No one remains alone forever. We are bound by love.
Love is familiar. It is a part of us as we live and breathe, at every
waking moment. Yet, can any of us truly grasp its meaning? Is there
even a meaning to love?
Some say that modern day love is only imagery – it is passionate, it overwhelms, and is selfish.
We kill love with trivialities – who has taken too much, who has given too little. No one should stay if the love is unrequited.
Love is not always a sad tale about passions and regrets. Nor is it an unfaltering candle always burning bright.
Love is a schemer of the highest order, arousing all sorts of emotions
within us at different times, and sometimes all at once. In love, we
find warmth and cold, fight and desertion, joy and hatred, satisfaction
and annoyance.
Some say we can measure the value of our existence by the weight of our love.
Love is never right or wrong.
We find love in the sweet whisperings of a young courting couple; and in the drone of a spinning, jaded city.
And sometimes we find love in complete silence.
Love penetrates, tussles, and scathes our hearts. Like a scar marked
with its memories – it cannot be mended or erased. Like the
multi-coloured shades of love, the gradient of our lives change with
every encounter.
We all have tales of love of our own. Some are explicit, and others are locked away in the deep vaults of our hearts.
Love is an image. An abstract notion, yet so real.
(credit to KLPAC KL)
Jom lol xD
