"An artist is nothing without the gift....but the gift is nothing without work - Emile Zola"

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Sound of Silence

I often wonder how bizarre it could be to find yourself standing in the middle of nowhere without knowing how you get there. There are a lot of questions left unanswered and no matter how you tried to understand, it seemed beyond comprehension why in a blink of an eye, everything can change. You can see your world falling apart right before your very eyes and devoid of strength, you can’t do anything about it. All you feel is the pain of being stripped off your heart from the crux of your chest. You wanted to scream and cry for help but the only person who can help is the same person who crashed your heart. It’s true then that the only person who can truly hurt you is the same person you truly love.

But was there really love? Maybe..maybe not. There’s no way to find out. And it doesn’t really matter now.

It was too long ago that memories seem so vague that a glimpse in the past is almost hopeless. But the profound beating of the heart strikes a chord that there must be too much fervor that even time cannot erase. It was buried deep inside that somewhere along the way, it was thought to vanish and forever be forgotten. Or so you thought.

Love is a very powerful verb. Love can forgive blindly. Love endures all pain. Love understands. Love can make a fool out of you but what the heck, it’s okay. It was said that loving someone is never an assurance that that someone will love you back. Never expect love to grow on that person but be thankful that it grew on you. Never expect forever since forever is out of your hand. But never regret the decision to love no matter how wrong or untimely or unreal it might be because the pleasure of loving and being loved might not come your way again.*****

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