The dancing and the prancing of the wild daisies and their never ending blossoms, the chills it gets as it clings in the winter breeze, all of it is a surreal scene. The beauty it radiates and the emotion it captures at the moment. Purity does these daisies show, with the ambiguity of its simplicity you recall, a feeling. A feeling you knew back then, a feeling of being loved and to be able to love. Then, “What is love?”, you utter
Just like how the moonlight enlightens the silhouette plains, love shall enlighten us with its serenity. Pure as the waters of the rivers, love like is. Flowing through the never ending stream of serendipity, it will find you. Love is boundless, neither lies nor can money taint its purest intentions. Blinded, love seems to be, yet it can see through your longing heart. Love is neither a dream nor an imagination, however, it’s still too good to be called a reality. Yet, why do we look at love with mediocrity in our eyes, even though its complexity is way beyond our thinking? Shallow a mere man can think of that way.
Love is eternity waiting to be held by those who wait. And for those who understand love with just minds, they are like dreamers with humblest visions of the coming tomorrow. True love does not perish nor shall it fade. Sweetness, pleasure and pain, love comes with. It is but us who chooses the path of our own love. Love is not woven by faith, but the choice we make. If you think love has abandoned you for this moment, move on do not tarry, for moving forward is moving towards perfection. Love is upon us all, no need neither to seek nor to find it. It is but near us, too near that we cannot comprehend. We are about too loud to disregard the calling of Love. We are too blinded by that of the physical things, which we forgot to see the essence of love. Now, that my friends, is the reason why we are so mediocre when it comes to love.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protect, always hopes, always perseveres”, 1st Corinthians 13:4-7. Living without love is like a tree without fruits and flowers. For, Life is nothing without love, for it is the sole purpose of living. It is but the nature of a human being to long for love, for our existence is based on it. Love, a word beyond our comprehension, something beyond of what we understand, yet it sure is a surreal feeling.