Ofttimes we reason the purpose of life,
We brood over, if it is success or happiness to end the strife,
And cross heart, happiness it is !
Life is momentary,
Passing and slight it becomes,
In the quest for happiness,
For happiness we misconstrue as fortunes,
Although it is a measure of favorable
elements within us.
Happiness should be the pick,
To make life authentic,
To let go the fake
And ease out every heartache.
Happiness is reminiscing the moments of mirth and joy,
And bringing to mind all that lifts your soul,
And renouncing all that blows you out,
And disheartens you throughout.
Happiness is showing in fulfillment,
And casting away obsession to perfect,
And eyeing opportunities to effect.
Happiness is making time,
For relationships to last a lifetime.
For sharing the opulence of love and
And everytime leaving hearts renewed.
Happiness is resting the cares,
And fears of being blown out,
And not being in the race throughout.
Happiness is working towards ceaseless well-being,
For our life to hold out.
“I believe in the immeasurable power of love, the true love can endure any circumstances and reach across any distance.” ~Steve Marboli~
Love is irrefutably the greatest encounter of our life. It is the key to our psychological, logical, spiritual and physical nourishment. It is an unadulterated adulation, a warm personal attachment to a being. It is someone you take delight in and at times find pieces of you in them. Love glorifies our world. We are introduced to this fondness by our mothers. We construct our ideas about the world around this feeling. Love starved kids often paint the world as unloving. They enter into relationships that are hollow. Love has been spoken of highly in the holy texts, scriptures, making it the most revered emotion. Love is highly stimulating. It lifts the lives of the benefactor as well as the beneficiary. Be it unrepenting outlaw, a juvie, a sociopath or a’stony-eyed’, love can turn them around for its lack of love made them opt these ways to punish the world that disappointed them, left them stranded, deluded them. You cannot appoint people to love on your behalf just as you appoint maids, drivers, etc to look after the people you care. Here you involve yourself personally to work its magic. There is no pinch hitter for love.
There is nothing like too much love.An increased dosage will not ruin the one recieving it neither will it take him apart.It will always fix him, improve and mend him.
“The only calibration counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough heart, didn’t love enough, nothing else really counts at all”claims Ted Hughes. It’s love that counts. Love as an emotion makes the most irrelevant things relevant, the paltry matters most valuable ,so much so that these priceless memories form the core of our heart and is fostered there for the rest of our lives. People we set our hearts on enable us to disclose our frustration , our regrets as easily as we do when we are delighted and encouraged. Loved ones make us feel hopeful about the future. I remember reading an amusing share about a grandpa and a grandma having a fight and refusing to speak with each other.By next day,grandpa had forgotten all about it but grandma went on punishing him with silence. Finally, grandpa started rummaging through drawers and cupboards. When grandma could stand it no longer, she asked impatiently, “What on earth are you looking for? “Thank Heavens!” said grandpa.” I found it, your voice” For me love is not incessant conversation but missing the voice. I believe love is a journey from the inexplicable to being obvious with lot of excitement, fervor, grief, commotion, thrill in the thick of making it dear.