Let's die with a loving heart

If you’ve ever loved someone, you’ll know that it isn’t easy. It is the happiest, the most amazing thing to have happened to you, but it isn’t easy. We sacrifice things, we are at our best, we see this world as a happy place, and we are humane. There has always been arts dedicated to love, or say it as art is a form of love too. But if you’ve ever been in love you’ll know, anything ever said for love fades paring with the gush inside the heart you sometimes feel. It titillates your feelings, it enhances the journey because the art says of what you’ve always wanted to say but were short of words. That the amazement gets more exciting when you know that this is what everyone in love feels and that people have done so much for the sake of it gives you courage and a placid sense of comfort. You are ready to militate the world only to get whom you love and feel that nothing better could ever happen in live. You dream no more than being loved by the person you love. And the more interesting part is that you are in sheer unconsciousness under the influence of love. “And therefore is winged cupid painted blind,” said Shakespeare once. By the time you get to know that love is the severest form of addiction known to mankind, you’ll have your heart broken in two. But you’ll still love, because this is how it was meant to be. Hearts were made to be broken, and you’ll soon know it through the same arts that showed you how beautiful love is that you are not the only one. That the same artists who tickled your fantasies while you loved will soothe your soul in pain while you still love, this time with more hope, faith but less the contenting happiness. Some shall retort to hate, with the same intensity to which they loved. Because they feel life wasn’t fair to them and nor was God, little do they know about the world and its unfair ways to teach you the right things. They hate the way they have been hated. While some don’t cease to love. They know the goodness of the person they loved and the sacredness of love itself. They have a saintly conscience that tells them about all the right things in life only because they’ve been through the same unfair drill. They tend to love the person more because they know that everyone has choices and they were not the right ones for the people they loved. So they better themselves and try to be the best they can while in the pursuit of love. They never lose hope, and keep the faith intact, they believe more than they previously did. And if destiny grants, they get what they want, and feel that life is magical. That everything in this world is possible if you are willing to chase it to the end, with the same belief like when you started. Even if they end up without the one they craved for, they are a better person now and they credit all to the one they loved, with a smile. They die with a loving heart. And the ones who hated the way they were hated, realize sometime late or never at all that loving is the only happy way to live, that hating damages themselves more than it does to anyone else, that it is an easy way but not the right one. They carry the same broken hearts to their deathbed, and never know that only loving heals the wounds of heart. They die with a wounded heart. Let’s love for a living and forget that there is any other way to live. So we all die with a loving heart.             

Posted by Aditya