The only thing that matters.

When the heart flutters and aches to the slightest degree, whereby there's no saying if it is pain, or sorrow, or a hollow space inside your mind; exactly then, it dawns upon you, that you are missing someone - helpless longing - the only emotion that makes sense of it all. 

I've felt the same way when I'm experiencing something really good. A silent wish for a loved one to be there and feel it with me. Whenever someone pays me a genuine compliment about my work, I wish mum was there to listen to it first hand. When the favorite part of a song plays on, I want my best friends to trip on it at the same time. I miss most of my folks at festivities. And my partner almost always and everywhere when we aren't together. That's the thing about bonds. They are like shadows. Like silhouettes in the light and in the dark. They go with you. Everywhere.

When we miss special ones to that degree, we create unseen forces of love and energy powered by that very love that inspires us to be more ourselves. We are after all, social animals. And never so much our own, but fragments of what we are to each other.

The thing is, if love binds the best of us, how on earth do we allow for anything else to prevail? Doubts, envy, grudges, hate, unexpressed grievances and underlyingly displeasures. Rusting away at the back of our minds like wasted space in a nectar garden. How unnecessary! 

Love is the answer to all things good and to all things bad. Keep at it. Nothing else matters. Nothing else should. 

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