Once upon a time, I felt love was overrated. I thought love was the most overhyped feeling ever. But now I realise that love is like a mixture of a heady potion in which drugs, hypnosis, addiction, vulnerability, dreams, attraction are mixed potently forgetting to add logic, reasoning as seasoning. When somebody loves you, it brings such a happiness that is beyond description. It is like floating up in heavens carefree and looking down upon mere mortals who are unaware of the joys of love. It is also like a personal little fairydom of dreams where no one else has the permission to enter.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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