Minds are tumultuous , rapid , ingenious , unique , extraordinary , astounding , beautiful things , made and molded into being by only the hands of a god . We are great creatures , without even knowing it . We have created the light of the sun , to guide us through the night . We have formed devices to help us through the dry , desiccated weather . We have forged nimble equipment to slice through human flesh , and came up with remedy to help ease our pain . We have reached out and touched the stars , discovered the true size of the sun , produced the world’s greatest inventions .
But the one thing our minds cannot perfect , is the art of compassion .
No matter how much we love someone , and hold them so dear to our hearts , we end up hurting them one way or another . We were created to be special , unique and different from someone else . Our features are delicate , sole and distinctive , from the characteristics of our idiosyncrasy behavior at times , to the richest black in the color of our hair .
We are not made to do everything someone else desires . We are brought up to make our own decision , our own choices and opinions regardless how ludicrous others think our notions are . We are human beings . We are not robots , we are simply humans . We think , we talk , we voice out what we think is right . We do not stand , and wait for someone else to crush our ideas and destroy our dreams . We question authority to have our rights , to prove that we are innocent , or that we are not erroneous .
And if we are such distinct individuals , how could we ever learn to love so fully and unconditionally without getting hurt in the process ?
We try . Whether we can or we can’t , we try . We fight for the person we love . We are devoted to brawl and scrap and struggle with everything that’s in our way to give anything that we can to the person whom we feel a compassion for . We wait till the earliest of mornings to see their name pop online , feeling a sense of guilt tearing at our hearts , knowing that the moment we start to tap of the keyboard , a fight would break out , and know that nothing will ever be the same again .
We all love . We love to love . And we love to have someone love us back . We cease every opportunity , leeching on it , hoping it’d provide us some comfort , hoping the other person would feel the same way back . We want a sense of longing , a desire , an ache , a craving , a yearning , a lust . We are love sick sometimes , a nostalgic feeling that gnaws at our insides and leaves us empty .
Love is such a complicated obsession . A fixation , a fling , a fad .
If it makes us feel so bad , then why do we have a need to love ?
Nicole (:
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