love is about silence and not words.i don't know if this is what is called wisdom that comes with growing age or something that i have learnt from my experience that still dwells in my sub conscience.but honestly the use of words entangles and con volutes the simple emotion of love. it is one emotion that doesn't need the crutches of words or sentences.its really in their for us to feel.i know i might be sounding cliched but that what it is.its something you feel in your heart,its something you sense in the eyes.it doesn't have to be put in words.
we know it,we all do yet we still waste our time in trying to negate it or forcing hard to establish it.what i am going to say next might just not go well with a lot of people.but love equals pain.really.that" piercing through one's heart "feeling...that's so true and that pain is what love really is.
only in love can we feel pain and only our loved ones have the power to hurt us.however what overwhelms me is the facet that just like in our heart we all know who loves us and whom we love similarly we know what will hurt the other person.but this knowledge doesn't make us more sensitive ,it hardens us.it solidifies our resolve to do what we like.we deliberately do things to hurt the very person we love.we try to justify it in our heads saying our actions although will hurt the other person but ideally it should not.this faulty reasoning is enough to make us do the very thing that we know full well will cause hurt. strange isn't it.is reason more valuable than someones tears? is ego more important than love?
that's really what it comes down to...i know if my doing something will make the person i love smile i will do it,do it with all my heart...but i think that's what makes me weired.
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