Monday, 8 January 2024
Light is truly a thing of beauty. Sometimes when I feel I can’t bear the world anymore I see the way light catches on to a window or douses a corner and it seems that perhaps things really will be okay. It’s such a simple thing yet at times it is everything. I cannot explain it and perhaps there is no need. But nothing else is quite the same. I suppose this is why we speak of the light at the end of the tunnel.
in reality, i believe we are all actors in one great, big play, hoping someone will realize that our role is not exactly us, hoping that someone will take the time to find out who we really are.
and that kind of love, the kind where there's this mutual but profound understanding, where people really look beneath the surface, i think that's what we look for. because what is love if there is not first understanding?
i don't think people want to, above all, be loved. because being loved is simple. at some point in their life, everyone will be loved. it is inevitable.
now, whether one is ever truly understood is another thing.
think about it. you can go your entire life without being understood. people can love you all they want, but there's a chance they will only love the version of you that you allow them to see.
The deepest of love I have ever witnessed is between the waves and the shore. The shore embraces the waves wholly with all their being regardless of what they bring, and the waves, they come back every single time fate takes them away. One accepts everything with grace, the other keeps the promise of coming back consistently.
"I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticising life and take the easy way out. To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn; this always, with new insight, new understanding, new love."
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