I am feeling jealous of those who think themselves happy in love matter. To me love is something so simple like every day’s life; you’d like to live for it. It becomes the most complicated when happens in the wrong way. Before expressing, it’s not a big deal… it probably could create some deep sighs. But it could be the worst thing if it’s understood after expressing it to the wrong person. So people should think at least twice, thrice… as many times possible. It’s something you can’t withdraw. The saddest part of life is to let the wrong person know that you love her/him.
It seems Anger, grief, jealousy, regret… these are different dimension of love. These are part of a chain reaction which happens with love. Nothing happens if there is no action like love.
I am thinking lot about this matter for last few days. Do love is a matter of practice? I am not sure but it seems like that. Nobody is more important in my life except me. Naturally we are so forgetful… as it’s a key point of our survival. Everyday we are adding new things to our memory which creating distances with the past.
Yesterday is like history – so today’s love could be a history by day after tomorrow if there is no update tomorrow.
Yesterday I was talking with my nephew who is just 8 years and old lives abroad. I asked him a random question what is life?
Life is when you feel happy you smile and when you feel sorrow you cry.The wise donkey
It’s not a usual question for such young age and he even didn’t understand the question. Then I tried to explain him the question and he told me that he doesn’t know the answer. I told him life is when you feel happy you smile and when you feel sorrow you cry. He just shook his head.
Then I asked him the questions separately. He started counting his finger and answered me without any hesitation.
When do you feel happy?
- when I do something good
- when I come to my home and talk
- when someone plays with me
- when I am near to a sea
When do you feel sorrow?
- if someone beat me
- if someone kick me
- if someone tell me a bad thing
- find myself in a bad place
- find myself in a war
I don’t know when children start building their own universe. Often I found their thought process much better than the adult.