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.

martes, 17 de julio de 2012

Yo..

Es difícil explicarle a una persona que ha está mal que puede ponerse mejor.Yo no me lo creía, es más desconectaba la mente a otro lugar más terrorífico y empezaba a marearme.Siento que estoy siendo otra persona por momentos, alguien más madura, he crecido.Llegué a creerme que no tenía alma, que era sólo una máquina desastrosa para fabricar desilusiones a los demás y dolor, mucho dolor.He dado pero también he recibido mi buen merecido.Supongo que mientras recorres el camino los cabos se van atando.
Pero aun así.. siento que aun me queda y merezco sufrir, en parte me reconforta porque la vida es esto y no más, es muy triste y no vale nada pero si de vez en cuando te ronda un ángel cerca (o siempre), le agradecería mi vida mismo.Miedo? mucho miedo de que esto sea una completa mentira y descubrir que el pasado era la cruda verdad,todos mis sentimientos de inferioridad están ahí permanentes y me echan atrás tanto que hace que se caigan algunas lágrimas por las noches a escondidas.Descubrir pequeños rincones con  algún oscuro secreto que me esperaba pero no quería ver ni reconocer..incluso en el presente pero que no se entera nadie y yo intento no darle la importancia..pero me aterran.
Odio mis altas expectativas y luego ver objetivamente y observar lo que es la completa realidad, chocante y que hace que me decepcione y tire la toalla..con las personas que están ahí, por eso huir es fácil , encontrar a mas gente a la que absorber y volver a doler , gente a la que llegaste a tener algún aprecio o incluso querer..ya no son nada.
Estoy feliz por mas que quiera no puedo evitarlo pero la nostalgia y melancolía me persiguen gritando que es efímero ..voy a tientas hasta que logre aprender a caminar sin chocarme en la oscuridad, pero para ello necesito una mano que me proteja de los duros golpes..
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