There are many things that a relationship can teach you, too many things to be precise. Each day, each moment simply opens up your eyes to something new, a new realization, a new feeling, a newer perspective, a newer life. But then a relationship isn’t a school for life isn’t a school for we all have made same mistakes over and over again for we all have fallen in love and fallen for the same words. Had life been a school we would never have been in love for to love means to unlearn, to love means to let go and to live means to live and not to sit back and analyze and look behind every move and to speak with an intend. Life isn’t something which an academician can teach you for life lies beyond what we can see, life is everywhere, in an empty room, in an empty space for everything in life has a place, everything has it’s time for sometimes even the best of us, the most garrulous of us, the most outgoing of us, seek that reticence, seek that solitude, seek those darkened rooms and closed doors.
I don’t know a thing about anything, let alone life but the only thing that I know is to love and to love with every corner and space from within. To love and to become love, to demand and to become the demand, to fly and to become the wings, to paint the town red and to become the color, to be and to become what I am. Love is what I sought in solitude for love is where you rediscover yourself; love is my solitude where I become what I am and if love takes away your identity then let it for it’s our identities which are standing between us and love. Let me be nothing, let me be a whim, let me be the air, let me be the cloud, let me be the raindrop, one like every other, every other like one, quenching the expecting earth and becoming the earth itself. And that is why we never have loved and that is why our hearts are so full yet so empty because we are not what love wanted us to be, we are a name followed by everything that we are not, we are not love.
There are many things that a relationship can teach you but mine didn’t taught me anything for I am just a stupidly in love person for practicality is something which I always have left behind; practicality and fear for if love can’t set you free than it isn’t love. And I am vulnerable, and I am weak for there isn’t a space, the emptiness left inside of me that love didn’t uncover. And I stand uncovered, unsheathed like a neonatal now, reborn, reclaimed, rejuvenated, and waiting like this expecting earth to unite with my beloved and to become the beloved itself.
And if there is something which I did learn is about love and the way it lies in every nook and corner for love isn’t about spending your lives together rather love is about infusing your togetherness with life. And life doesn’t lie in preciseness, life isn’t about brevity for life is in details, life is in speck which we often end up missing, tossing or replacing, waiting for that big moment we end up missing everything that lies in between, forgetting that it’s these in betweens where our life exists.
