They say that kindness out beat cruelty. The warmth that one could give from the depth of the heart is greater than any spiky ice. In all children's fairy tale, there exist a mechanism to infiltrate the inheritance of their parent's hatred. But could tales from children's imagination be enough to save this world from the scrutiny of men, and women? Such wonderful stories of happy ever after are often created by writers who are dependent on drugs like how bees are towards flowers, and bats to sounds.
Love, as they say, are often misleading. The question of what comes next in the journey of love, have and will always be unsatisfiable to the contentment of the hearts between two people. Sometimes, in realising that there isn't much that future can provide for the two, they would ask if this is it? Is this all the option there is for two people who love each other so deeply, only to end up living separately on earth. Far away from each other, separated by a thin line of reality, one would ponder away on the question of who is to decide their fate? Who has the final word of authority to say that you are not to be together.
Though the rise and fall of love may seem like a journey of experience, children, as they would always be at young of heart, would always be in the land of fantasy like that of Alice in Wonderland, written by the most notorious, drug abuser ever known in the world of literature.
What is love? I have never before ask this question to myself, nor have I ever been ask by someone, especially one who gets close to me in a relationship. What is love? Love, something that has different meaning to different people. It has always been used from one person to another person as expression of emotion or feelings, a word of satisfaction and security, an act towards another person. It is also always being taken for granted.
To me, when I try to define what is love, I just go speechless. If we could define love with other words, then there is no special meaning to the feeling of 'love' now is there? There would not even be the word 'love' for us to use if we could so easily define it with another word.
In the novel Cloud Atlas, it was said that love is something that continues on from one life, to the other. That love towards another person especially one that you are destine to be with, can out do even death. Does it also applies in reality? Or only in the imaginary of little novels? If love in a true relationship could truly be carried forward into the next life, then are we to find each other again? Is it destined, or trial? Or are we to make new love bonding with other people?
When I was in my younger days, I always have this feeling that I was being watched by someone very close and important to me. I used to be able to see his face, always wondering if that was my lover in my previous life or so... But today, it seems that I am unable to remember his face, or even his smile... If love can truly be carry forward into the next dimension of life, will I ever get to see or met him again?
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