Love is mostly romanticized as an emotion that suddenly strikes us, stimulating both our hearts and minds and we fall (or rise) in love as sparks fly and there is definite chemistry between the two people.
But love can also be a slow ignition, that, like the crescendo of a symphony builds up gradually till it reaches its apex, the blossoming of true love.
Whatever way you love, one thing is certain, falling out of love is easy too, and unlike the fairytales we grew up reading and watching, it is not always a happily ever after ending and the true test of love is when there are tough circumstances; either financial, physical, or mental.
Sometimes people grow apart as they grow older, their interests change and so do their preferences, where to live, and how to live, they start to differ on all major decisions in life and the bond weakens.
So is love just a fairy dream of youth that dissolves as we grow older?
I think the way we love should change with time and age, the passion should be mixed with wisdom and understanding so that the natural process of growth, accommodates all the ways we differ from each other in our older selves to keep the spark alive!
My master left me here to wait for him, it been some time and though I’m hungry and need to go too, I will wait for him patiently because I have full faith that he’ll come back for me!
Though this is no quote or one Liner ( it is just one sentence story) I was moved by the sweet expression of this puppy and it’s patient stance. If a dog can have faith and trust in his/her owner, why we, the creations of such a Kind and Generous Creator don’t have in God Almighty? God never disappoints us.
Sometimes we are forced to do things by our circumstances or when others demand of us. But sometimes we are prisoners of our own habits.
We feel we need to do something because we have always done it that way.
Well I am like that. A prisoner of habits. But recently I’ve started to rebel. Small insignificant things but to me they are big steps. If it’s my routine to do things in a certain order or way, I am deliberately doing it a different way. And after a few days, I am okay with it. It gives me a feeling of liberation to break this chain which is binding me to a habit which is neither useful nor necessary.
To me, the fall season is the best of all seasons as it heralds the end of a very long and very hot summer. In our part of the world, our summers are almost 8 months long, leaving just 4 months for the rest of the three seasons. I love when the weather changes and the sunlight becomes paler and less punishing. The leaves start to change color and we finally feel able to exist without air conditioning.
The colors of fall
Evoke the spirit of a poet in me
Making me more aware of the beauty
That this season brings in everything around me
So like the famed poets, I too want to write odes
To this season of color and change
Have you experienced the shower of golden leaves
Falling like raindrops when the wind blows through the trees
It feels like the heavens are blessing us with a priceless treasure
Perhaps to reward us for enduring the harsh summer
Many people cannot see what’s right in front of their eyes.
The gift of vision is indeed a great gift. Vision is when you see beyond what is visible. Vision is when you see the possibilities in a given situation. Not everyone can be a great visionary, but with thought and contemplation, we can develop the gift of envisioning possibilities in the obvious.
I host a weekly challenge, What do you see!
When I read the responses from many different bloggers, this saying makes perfect sense to me. Looking at the same image, everyone sees something different. How we think, and how we perceive makes all the difference in what we see!