“Love Never Fails”
These three words hit me like a tsunami at the back of my mind. The sound of it stung my senses, leaving behind a strong and lingering aftertaste.
Instead of ignoring it, I actually succumbed to it and began to wonder about the power of these three words. The power of these three words brought about a series of questions to myself, as usual. I am someone who think beyond thoughts; I delved deep into intricate details and finest facts pertaining to the issues that bothers yet interests me. Constant musing, disguised in its awesome layer of “day dreaming”, could well be considered as my favourite past time.
So there and then, as I was seated in that chair of mine, these words suddenly sprang into life. All of a sudden, it feels like they are speaking to me in particular. Instinctively, I could sense that they actually meant something to me. However, I just could not comprehend what exactly am I supposed to attain from this revelation.
Consider for a moment the credibility of these three words. Pay attention to the middle word. “Never” is nonetheless, a very absolute word to use. Therefore, if love really “never” fails, then why do I experience the pains of the past, why then am I subjected to hurting words by hurtful people?
Am I talking about people whom I dont know? Certainly not!
All these are people who have, ironically, in somehow or another, “loved” me and had been in my part for a period of time. They lasted in my life long enough to create imprints in me, at least.
With that in mind, is it feasible for me to say that I have never actually experienced true love before even when I thought and felt that I had? So, all these years, I am actually caught in a whirlpool of tangled up emotions coupled with mangled remanants of the aftermath when I presumptuously thought that I was falling into this thing called “love”?
Or am I simply just someone who does not even understand the real meaning of love in the first place?
What is love?
Whatever is it, I cannot seem to convince myself on its existance and reliability; much less its effectiveness.
Love might just ruin my life, stagnate my progress and hinder my goals. Is it THAT bad, you ask.
Apparently, yes, it is that terrible.
In case you feel that I have been swept up into the deep waters of apathy and are in the process of turning into a cold, aloof and heartless creature, I would have to declare that the only love, to me, that never fails, is the love of God.
Do not even get me started on comparing the love of men. It would be an utter insult to God, I feel, to compare the two sides.
Love failed me, as much as I had failed love.
My heart is planning to go on a hiatus.
A place where serenity infuses the mind and solitude feeds the soul, thats where I would be found.
Beauty, manifested at its best. 