Love, the very word is jittery to few and ecstasy to few. And what is it that makes it what it is? The initial paradise, the middle monotony and the closing abyss, is this it? The sweet nothings, the little romanticisms, the courteous understandings, the meaningless rows, the silly arguments, the despair of distance, the pain, the well being, the sickness, the sorrow, the happiness and the gloom, do these comprise the emotion? Anyone in love would vow for the intense extreme emotions one experiences. So, now, is it better to not love and not experience the pain? Or, is it better to love and experience the pain and grow richer through the experience? Being in love is undoubtedly the most wonderful feeling, but the pain of walking out? Is it worth it? Well, considering that the heaven seems to be a small place when you are in love, the pain of being lonely, makes hell a paradise. But still, we see love all round us. The emotional turmoil, the bursts of depression, the incessant tears...
Musings of my inward-eye...