Amid the chaos of our cluttered world, sometimes we have only but a past moment, something distinctly different from all the other colorless days. And that one solitary moment, the one we treasure with fondness and love gives us something to cling to when we can no longer see a single thread of light. Those rare moments exist to reassure us during the times when the dark dares to snuff out our light. That one blessed memory is often what unexpectedly sees us through.
Love can make a person crazy. One moment we can be flying high as a kite in bliss-filled folly, and the next, be stuck knee-deep in the fast forming muck of dolor. Mostly makes me wonder, is there ever an end? Even though I already suspect I know the answer, I’ve still never figured out how to live with the tragedies of love. I just continue to remain tangled up in all the delights and despairs, entertaining the knock of love whenever it happens to find me. Seems like I would’ve learned my lesson by now, but I guess that just shows the true value of love. It’s worth more than any cost we could ever bear. So we open our arms to it, time and time again, hoping that someday happiness will come along instead of dismay.
It’s easy to relinquish those timeless devotions when disappointments become standard issue, and the old familiar stack of unexpected surprises becomes a thing of the past.
It’s easy to disregard anything that stops feeling like home because the heart can’t reside in hollowed out places, and it needs a strong binding to keep it grounded aside a meaningful attachment.
Intrinsic to human nature, it’s easy to surrender compulsion when magnetic forces end up misaligned; the resistance is a force of nature that cannot be manipulated, for it goes against the natural law.