Just because I feel like writing about Love tonight…call it a sudden whim…some thoughts triggered by the words of others, the rest – just a reflection of a mood, music and retrospection…
Not going to bother everyone with the lecture of what is Love and how to cook her to the taste. Mainly because I’m not a qualified cook-book writer. Let’s just say few words about how beautiful she is. She truly deserves a praise. It is those who haven’t yet meet her in person that say “cruel love, anguished love, wicked love”. Those who have, never slander her for they know the true gifts she offers. Love is never impossible. It is us, who sometimes incapable to let her be in our life. Maybe because we have this built-in protection mechanism that triggers panic attack every time when we become vulnerable. The stronger protection, the less chance we have to know what love is all about. Is it about letting the other to know that part of us, that we would never show to anyone else?
Just take a random fairy tale, for example. What kind of a castle the Princess is locked inside of? And why is that that the whole population of a fairy tale planet have always been aware of the fact that there is oppressed princess out there, yet it is always one Prince, who actually “saves” the princess from her prison? How does one prince knows that he is “the chosen one” and should do something about it? Could it be that the castle is – the walls we build around ourselves and the dragon – our fears? Could the prince be the one who noticed the beauty within and rescued her from hiding in a darkness of insecurity?
Not going to bother everyone with the lecture of what is Love and how to cook her to the taste. Mainly because I’m not a qualified cook-book writer. Let’s just say few words about how beautiful she is. She truly deserves a praise. It is those who haven’t yet meet her in person that say “cruel love, anguished love, wicked love”. Those who have, never slander her for they know the true gifts she offers. Love is never impossible. It is us, who sometimes incapable to let her be in our life. Maybe because we have this built-in protection mechanism that triggers panic attack every time when we become vulnerable. The stronger protection, the less chance we have to know what love is all about. Is it about letting the other to know that part of us, that we would never show to anyone else?
Just take a random fairy tale, for example. What kind of a castle the Princess is locked inside of? And why is that that the whole population of a fairy tale planet have always been aware of the fact that there is oppressed princess out there, yet it is always one Prince, who actually “saves” the princess from her prison? How does one prince knows that he is “the chosen one” and should do something about it? Could it be that the castle is – the walls we build around ourselves and the dragon – our fears? Could the prince be the one who noticed the beauty within and rescued her from hiding in a darkness of insecurity?