I often wonder about love. It is complicated and messy, and yet when felt truly from within, it is the most beautiful emotion we experience. I always find it ironic that we will get hurt the most by people we love the most. It should be easy, the single most unifying emotion for all humanity. Yet, we cannot often even get it right in our own homes, let alone expect it to grow and smother the angst that plagues us across divisive borders of growing magnitudes.
Maybe the first step is to love the self so that we can put forth our most authentic version of who we are. Thoughts?
"Love is so simple
Yet, so powerful.
It heals, embraces, comforts,
Instilling a feeling of buoyancy,
A sense of belonging.
It belittles, possesses, conquers,
Weighing heavy on the heart,
The oppressed objectified in its name.
Can lovers be in love without expectations?
Can lovers fall out of love at will?
How can one be in love but be unable to live with that love?
How can one live without love?
We beg off love.
We sigh in love.
We breathe for love.
We are love."
-Maheen (c) 2016
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