Our Multiple Lives
After a long time, we spoke again.
I'd have to admit that it felt really good, to hear her voice again. I realized how much I missed her, all over again. It was always there - I just buried it better.
But the conversation was different. It was friendly and formal, almost stand-off-ish. There was still mutual caring - but there was no affection or indicator that she was not over what we once had, together.
Not that it should surprise me. I've gone through this before with Lina, donkey years ago. And I've worn the other shoe as well, in some other relationships. You harden and your emotions to the person, grows cold and distant.
The truth of emotions, is only in the moment. Cherish the moment for what it is, for today's truth might be tomorrow's mirage. Because honestly, we don't know how long anything last. Everything has a shelf life.
You'll wonder how she gets over it, so easily. In other cases, you'll wonder how you got over it, so easily. You'll start wondering whether any part of the past, was true.
The truth is, the capacity to overcome is within us - it's only whether we choose to utilize it or not. And some people are just better at it, than others.
And sometimes, you can never come back to where you were. Trying to be friends again, after a your relationship is over - is always a tricky bit. You can act formal - but you may not be able to dictate your feelings. Unless you shut down your emotions and just let your head rule.
All you can keep about the past, are the words, the things and the images - her letters or sweet SMSes, her old soft toy or her favourite T-shirt which she gave you, photos of the times spent with her and the multiple number of sweet memories. Those are the only reminders that you have, that the moments were once that good.
And then the past walks away from you. Her voice, her presence, her tenderness, her smiles and laughter, the sensuous way she calls your name, the smell of her hair, the slow dances in your living room - everything about her, disappears from your present.
The only thing you have are your memories. Otherwise, the present makes a lie out of some of the most important utterances, promises and moments in our life.
When the past has passed you by, old moments die and new moments are born. That's the cycle of life - we live and die several times, in a multiple number of moments in our life. Until our time is finally up.
And a person becomes older due to the number of "moment lifetimes" that he's lived through. Those who live more, will probably die more. Dying repeatedly will make you old, if your heart remembers everything. Nothing ages, as fast as the heart.
I wish for all of you, fewer "lives" and fewer "deaths", in your lifetime. And may your moments of happiness, be more meaningful and last longer.
And may your heart and mind, not remember everything.
I'd have to admit that it felt really good, to hear her voice again. I realized how much I missed her, all over again. It was always there - I just buried it better.
But the conversation was different. It was friendly and formal, almost stand-off-ish. There was still mutual caring - but there was no affection or indicator that she was not over what we once had, together.
Not that it should surprise me. I've gone through this before with Lina, donkey years ago. And I've worn the other shoe as well, in some other relationships. You harden and your emotions to the person, grows cold and distant.
The truth of emotions, is only in the moment. Cherish the moment for what it is, for today's truth might be tomorrow's mirage. Because honestly, we don't know how long anything last. Everything has a shelf life.
You'll wonder how she gets over it, so easily. In other cases, you'll wonder how you got over it, so easily. You'll start wondering whether any part of the past, was true.
The truth is, the capacity to overcome is within us - it's only whether we choose to utilize it or not. And some people are just better at it, than others.
And sometimes, you can never come back to where you were. Trying to be friends again, after a your relationship is over - is always a tricky bit. You can act formal - but you may not be able to dictate your feelings. Unless you shut down your emotions and just let your head rule.
All you can keep about the past, are the words, the things and the images - her letters or sweet SMSes, her old soft toy or her favourite T-shirt which she gave you, photos of the times spent with her and the multiple number of sweet memories. Those are the only reminders that you have, that the moments were once that good.
And then the past walks away from you. Her voice, her presence, her tenderness, her smiles and laughter, the sensuous way she calls your name, the smell of her hair, the slow dances in your living room - everything about her, disappears from your present.
The only thing you have are your memories. Otherwise, the present makes a lie out of some of the most important utterances, promises and moments in our life.
When the past has passed you by, old moments die and new moments are born. That's the cycle of life - we live and die several times, in a multiple number of moments in our life. Until our time is finally up.
And a person becomes older due to the number of "moment lifetimes" that he's lived through. Those who live more, will probably die more. Dying repeatedly will make you old, if your heart remembers everything. Nothing ages, as fast as the heart.
I wish for all of you, fewer "lives" and fewer "deaths", in your lifetime. And may your moments of happiness, be more meaningful and last longer.
And may your heart and mind, not remember everything.
posted by Stingrayz | 8:07 AM
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THE PROPHET
by Kahlil Gibran
"love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
to know the pain of too much tenderness.
to be wounded by your own understanding of love;
and to bleed willingly and joyfully.
to wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
to rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
to return home at eventide with gratitude;
and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."
May it inspire u as it did me.
Noni:
Thanks for this one. Gibran's writings are always food for the soul. :)
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