Love rant

Image by Elijah Hail

There are two expressions of love, she said. Either you lock the flower in seclusion, that way you get to worship its beauty and sink in its love everyday whole day, or you watch it grow away from you, in its roots, in its entirety. You bear the anxiety of separation and jubilance of union each day anew, and watch it grow petal by petal eventually fading into a vacant stem.

The problem is, my friend, most people are only familiar with the former. 

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Life’s play

Image by Valentino Funghi

The notes she thought her absence will open, were now being revealed one by one. Subtly, right before her eyes. The chords she had perceived too stringent to play, were now melting in anguish. The sounds she had longed to hear, now touched her hearing here and there. 

Oh the course of life! How unpredictable. How infinitesimal is the ginormous will of a man, he hopes to cling to for the rest of his life.

Holding on

Painting: Through River Trees, Tom Nachreiner

Do you describe yourself as a river, or the trees that stand at its bank?

For the river, the struggle is holding on. For a tree, the struggle is letting go.

Most of the people say, they wish to learn the art of letting people go. Well maybe you don’t, because when you get too familiar with the art, you can virtually never tell when to stay.

And I don’t know what is worse, holding on to the idea of a thing long after it’s gone or letting go of it when it’s still there. But the hard part is not being able to tell them apart.