What Sunny REALLY thinks...
I wrote this a couple of years ago, its actually part of a longer piece but I edited it and decided to share some of the parts.. Enjoy
Our lives are chronicled by both tears and laughter and at times both, there are times I look back on events in my life dispassionately, not by choice but because of the pain or confusion they caused. Those are the moments that I appreciate the presence of a greater power, somebody else being in charge of my fate. I believe that God gave us life to live, honor Him as well as love unselfishly those that he has placed in our paths. I can’t help but wonder why He takes them away from us, sometimes too quickly for me to accept; only trust that He knows best. Why must love be so fragile, why is it easy to give your heart to someone and not be able to take back your feelings without a backwards glance? Why are we unable to handle the bitter despair that comes with those defining moments in our lives?
Love is the opposite of death in my eyes, not just simply living ones life day to day but having that added joy, that spring in your step and the glitter in your eye when you fall in love. I was always sure that the day I fell in love the earth would actually stop and I would literally walk on air. I have loved and lost and as I have grown older I have realized that love is not as whimsical as I thought. True, sometimes chance and impulsiveness may overrule reason but I think it’s in our human nature and our weakness that makes us capricious.
What beauty there is to look at love through the eyes of the young, I wish that I had remained in that state of naiveté where I believed every word spoken in passion. I had my rose colored glasses on and grand ideas on love; having wings that could make us soar through the clouds to the velvet skies. I have dreamt of a perfect love that is like a beacon when I am out at sea, that will guide me to the shore and home to the arms of my love. Maybe I have always been in love with the idea of being in love; I often reminisce of beautiful moments past and wonder if my soul mate passed me by because chance simply didn’t favor us.
I often wonder why matters of the heart are always so complicated, why can’t we all just live happily with the people we love, never having to know heartbreak or a moment of loss. Why do the defining moments in our lives demand sacrifice? If everything were perfect maybe we wouldn’t know how to be grateful when things went well after a bad spell? Love is just as fugacious as the flowers on a spring day that bloom beautifully and die just as soon, despite the fleetingness at times we still enjoy the feeling love brings and all hope to experience one day.
Our lives are chronicled by both tears and laughter and at times both, there are times I look back on events in my life dispassionately, not by choice but because of the pain or confusion they caused. Those are the moments that I appreciate the presence of a greater power, somebody else being in charge of my fate. I believe that God gave us life to live, honor Him as well as love unselfishly those that he has placed in our paths. I can’t help but wonder why He takes them away from us, sometimes too quickly for me to accept; only trust that He knows best. Why must love be so fragile, why is it easy to give your heart to someone and not be able to take back your feelings without a backwards glance? Why are we unable to handle the bitter despair that comes with those defining moments in our lives?
Love is the opposite of death in my eyes, not just simply living ones life day to day but having that added joy, that spring in your step and the glitter in your eye when you fall in love. I was always sure that the day I fell in love the earth would actually stop and I would literally walk on air. I have loved and lost and as I have grown older I have realized that love is not as whimsical as I thought. True, sometimes chance and impulsiveness may overrule reason but I think it’s in our human nature and our weakness that makes us capricious.
What beauty there is to look at love through the eyes of the young, I wish that I had remained in that state of naiveté where I believed every word spoken in passion. I had my rose colored glasses on and grand ideas on love; having wings that could make us soar through the clouds to the velvet skies. I have dreamt of a perfect love that is like a beacon when I am out at sea, that will guide me to the shore and home to the arms of my love. Maybe I have always been in love with the idea of being in love; I often reminisce of beautiful moments past and wonder if my soul mate passed me by because chance simply didn’t favor us.
I often wonder why matters of the heart are always so complicated, why can’t we all just live happily with the people we love, never having to know heartbreak or a moment of loss. Why do the defining moments in our lives demand sacrifice? If everything were perfect maybe we wouldn’t know how to be grateful when things went well after a bad spell? Love is just as fugacious as the flowers on a spring day that bloom beautifully and die just as soon, despite the fleetingness at times we still enjoy the feeling love brings and all hope to experience one day.
posted by Sunny D at 10:40 AM
2 Comments:
I wish I could read the rest of it.....
Nice. Very nice
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