love

What is love? It is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper definition of love. To some Love is friendship set on fire for others Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it. No matter how you define it or feel it, love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind. Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be measured. Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child unconditionally and it can not be measured at all. A different dimension can be attained between any relationships with the magic of love. Love can be created. You just need to focus on the goodness of the other person. If this can be done easily, then you can also love easily. And remember we all have some positive aspect in us, no matter how bad our deeds maybe. It says that it never exist, because there has been many instances of hatred and brutality in relationships. There has been hatred between brothers, parents and children, sibling rivalry and spouses have failed each other. Friends have betrayed each other; the son has killed his parents for the throne, the count is endless. Even the modern generation is also facing with such dilemmas everyday. But love has always ruled, in music, poetry, paintings, sculptor and literature. Psychology has also done lot of dissection to the essence of love, just like what biology, anthropology and neuroscience has also done to it. Psychology portrays love as a cognitive phenomenon with a social cause. Intimacy, Commitment, and Passion. Also, in an ancient proverb love is defined as a high form of tolerance. And this view has been accepted and advocated by both philosophers and scholars. Love also includes compatibility. But it is more of journey to the unknown when the concept of compatibility comes into picture. Maybe the person whom we see in front of us, may be least compatible than the person who is miles away. We might talk to each other and portray that we love each other, but practically we do not end up into any relationship. Also in compatibility, the key is to think about the long term successful relationship, not a short journey. We need to understand each other and must always remember that no body is perfect. Be together, share your joy and sorrow, understand each other, provide space to each other, but always be there for each others need. And surely love will blossom to strengthen your relationship with your matter of affection. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. William Shakespeare.

viernes, 4 de febrero de 2011

Prozac Nation,it's something wrong



Si ,esta es una llamada llena de desesperación interna.No puedo respirar.Es como si algo negro que me va comiendo cada dia más dentro de mi ser.Donde quedaron aquellos dias felices?Quando el sol brillava y mi sonrisa se reflejava?
Esque descubrir la peor verdad de mi misma y de la vida me ha hecho cambiar,dar la vuelta a la tuerca hacia un giro inesperado y fatal?Podré volver a ser alguien con vida?Respondeme no te hoigo!Cuanto tendré que esperar?He contado hasta las calorías y nisiquiera encuentro tu respuesta o la mía,si existe!
Porque algo que mata a mi me hace estar con vida?Siempre seré la que vea negro donde haya blanco...algun dia estaré para contarlo a alguien a quien pueda escucharme para no ser como yo.
Y lo peor..esque no avisa,te va comiendo poco a poco hasta que caes en un abismo infinito de posibilidades que al fin tendras que ejecutar medidas extremas para poder sobrevivir o dejarte cuerda.
& la vida es bella!Si bien el hablante habla de amar,querer o poseer.No se ni quien soy.Quien eres?Podría ser nadie y tambien cualquiera.Habra que darle un punto más alto de valor a lo que podemos ver o tener, si no nadie lo hará por nosotros y si no lo hacemos,que sentido tiene todo esto? Mucha nada y poco de todo.

"Me hundo. No son más que garabatos. En realidad no tengo nada original que decir. Escribir no me puede salvar. ¿Cómo puedo escapar de los fantasmas de mi mente?
Gradualmente y luego de repente. Así es como comienza la depresión. Te despiertas una mañana con miedo a vivir. Permanezco agotada incluso en mis sueños, desde que me levanto. Me estoy ahogando en una especie de ola negra pero no puedo escribir y de todos modos tampoco quieren saberlo. Lo que quiero es que alguien lo entienda. Eso lo haría más llevadero. Pero no lo hacen. Yo soy el problema. Me preocupa seguir una terapia y me preocupa no seguirla. No dejo de pensar que si fuera normal, que si pudiera levantarme realmente de la cama todo iría bien.
Sueño con lo que me hubiera gustado decir. Todo lo contrario a lo que salía por mi boca. Ojala la vida fuese un poco más como en el cine. Quiero que un ángel venga a mí y que me quite la idea del suicidio.Siempre he estado esperando ese momento de luz que me liberase y cambiase mi vida para siempre. Pero el no vendrá. Esto no ocurre así."

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