I never cease to be amazed at how big a fool I am. Everytime, I think I can't be any more foolish, and time just shows me how wrong I am.
Just when I thought, I had it all figured out in life, a hurricane comes along and sweeps it all away. From the tiny proteins called hormones, to the bigger concept of social self, everything goes for a toss. For an elusive idea of love, there are just so many many ways you can delude yourself and come crashing down. While there maybe hands waiting to catch you when you fall, it is sometimes just easier to curl up and fall all the way to rock bottom. Yes, shattered you may be, but you'll pick up pieces of yourself and maybe find out facets to your own self, that you never knew existed. It is painful, heart rendering, perhaps even fatal to a part of your psyche, but the experience of shattering is worth it, sometimes, when you weigh it against the fleeting few moments preceding it, when time seems to stand still, when the breeze flutters on your face, when sunrise becomes your absolution and sunset your muse.
So I sit here wasted, wounded with a six string in hand, trying hard to capture this moment in music for eternity.
Yes, that is the nature of love. It has intrigued writers and poets, kings and queens and the serfs alike. Love follows no rules. It just is. The more delicate the bond of love, the stronger it is, the more beautiful it is, the more mystical and the more endearing. The more special. And just as roses cannot be plucked without the thorns, the idea of "love" itself is not without its own deterrents.
The bond is like no other, it is ever changing, ever present and just beyond your reach. It is like the sea but only an arm-span wide or like the stream but so wide you can never hope to see the other side.
Love is everywhere. There is always just a hint of truth lurking behind the impersonal quips which have become so commonplace today. Haven't you ever felt there was a little truth behind a "Just Kidding?", a little emotion behind every "I don't care", a little pain behind the "It's okay" and the unsaid "I need you" behind the "Leave me alone".
Love is a lot of things. It is sometimes a person's vanity, when it is selfish and the rest of the time it is mere insanity. Love also takes two. Try as hard as you may, you cannot create love out of thin air. But noone's stopping you from barreling down the highway of love without a driver at a hundred miles an hour. Crash and burn is the name of the game we call love. But miracles do happen in life. And who doesn't love a miracle?
Just when I thought, I had it all figured out in life, a hurricane comes along and sweeps it all away. From the tiny proteins called hormones, to the bigger concept of social self, everything goes for a toss. For an elusive idea of love, there are just so many many ways you can delude yourself and come crashing down. While there maybe hands waiting to catch you when you fall, it is sometimes just easier to curl up and fall all the way to rock bottom. Yes, shattered you may be, but you'll pick up pieces of yourself and maybe find out facets to your own self, that you never knew existed. It is painful, heart rendering, perhaps even fatal to a part of your psyche, but the experience of shattering is worth it, sometimes, when you weigh it against the fleeting few moments preceding it, when time seems to stand still, when the breeze flutters on your face, when sunrise becomes your absolution and sunset your muse.
So I sit here wasted, wounded with a six string in hand, trying hard to capture this moment in music for eternity.
Yes, that is the nature of love. It has intrigued writers and poets, kings and queens and the serfs alike. Love follows no rules. It just is. The more delicate the bond of love, the stronger it is, the more beautiful it is, the more mystical and the more endearing. The more special. And just as roses cannot be plucked without the thorns, the idea of "love" itself is not without its own deterrents.
The bond is like no other, it is ever changing, ever present and just beyond your reach. It is like the sea but only an arm-span wide or like the stream but so wide you can never hope to see the other side.
Love is everywhere. There is always just a hint of truth lurking behind the impersonal quips which have become so commonplace today. Haven't you ever felt there was a little truth behind a "Just Kidding?", a little emotion behind every "I don't care", a little pain behind the "It's okay" and the unsaid "I need you" behind the "Leave me alone".
Love is a lot of things. It is sometimes a person's vanity, when it is selfish and the rest of the time it is mere insanity. Love also takes two. Try as hard as you may, you cannot create love out of thin air. But noone's stopping you from barreling down the highway of love without a driver at a hundred miles an hour. Crash and burn is the name of the game we call love. But miracles do happen in life. And who doesn't love a miracle?
