An author which stories I am reading right now uses four whole books to paint a picture of true love, and she paints it oh so beautifully. She gives me heartache, makes me cry and long for more. She also makes me happy and grateful for love. Nowadays I can’t wait to get home from work to continue reading and taking another ride of the ups and downs that is love. I don’t want the story to ever end.
Still I wonder, can the picture of love be fully painted with fewer words? Or more correctly, can love ever be fully described? Personally I don’t think I have enough colors to even begin describing the ways of the heart and soul. I dimly perceive the extent of all that love is. The only thing I truly know of love is that I have found the one I lay my soul to rest with. The one who will have my heart and keep it safe until I die.
Pondering this I fell utterly dethatched from the rest of the world. Looking out my office window thinking that nobody else has time to do the same, to take time being thankful for love. The world would be a grim place without it, but too many are blind to this fact, and maybe therefore it sometimes do get lost.
I wish I could take flight out of my window and just sail away distancing myself from the triviality of everyday life. If love is a flower, everyday life is the bee seduced by its beauty and then as it settles, nurtured by it. But trying to pick the flower will make the bee fly away and maybe sting you on the way. To let love be, blossoming under the son, is the only way the bee will stay with the flower. To let love be what it is, not trying to change it is the only way to keep it on our lives, in our reach.
Or maybe it’s the other way around? Maybe life is the flower, constantly growing, facing the sun, waiting and longing for the bee to come help it fulfill its destiny, tom make it whole. Giving and receiving in nature’s companionship. Disturbing love, it will hurt you. The flower would wither as the bee flew away, as I imagine life would without love. Always longing for it back would break even the strongest person. The petals would fall to the ground as the flowers beauty faded away, the sun would set and the cold, dark winter would rise from the east. And in its freezing grasp also the bee would seize to exist. The mutual exclusiveness of it all is nature’s gift and curse.
I am lost for words. But in my pounding hart I keep it close, the thought that I must never let love go, yet keep it free and undisturbed.
3 comments:
You have such a beautiful soul, N. I am glad you are in my life. Which reminds me; we have to meet up soon! I have been hopeless lately, sorry about that.
Your text is so overwhelming that I didn't know what else to write...hm.
Yes, we must meet. Soon! Could we manage too met up one more time before the year ends, I would be grateful! :)
It's good you didn't kno what to write, there is for that reason only I called the text "Speachless feelings" because there is simply no words, and yet, not enough words to describe this "thing" that makes life worth living.
My soul is only as beautiful as its onlookers percieve it to be, so thank you for seeing me that way! I am grateful you are in my life to, you enrich it so much!
aawww... :)
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