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Silent Love

Often after the hustle and buzz of life comes to a halt, mostly when am all alone, the silence creeps in and it’s to real to pretend, I worry about myself. I worry about my sanity, about the decisions I make and have made in the past. I wonder if I have faith in things, things like love...

 Life Offers Various Experiences (LOVE) is what a friend of my says about love. I know about betrayal and how it can permanently scare the pure element of faith in people. I know all about pain because in as much as we think of it most as physical and can monitor the physical pain heal, emotional pain is worse. I know how consuming anger can be I have been there but love, love and the things love does to people...

I know all this because I have been through it; I have felt it all, known it to its depth and most importantly survived it. And yet am still uncertain as to whether I can comprehend love, the one thing that most people base their relationships. I have come to the realisation that love cannot be unconditional merely because it ends when human beings fall out of it. Many times, we delude ourselves to believe that it wasn't love in the first place. But then again there moments when love becomes routine and like a candle it slowly fizzles out and dies.

As human beings we usually have a yearning for Love. Perhaps it’s because of the magical fairy tale effects of love that we grow up hearing, seeing, reading and watching. Maybe its just our curiosity that kicks in and in the process we are infatuated with the idea of love, of loving, of being love and being IN love. While we are incensed with the idea, we forget how needy, selfish and onerous love can get which makes it ugly.

That moment when you are loved so much so that you are checked on atleast 4 times of every hour every day. You are woken up to sweet words straight to your ears, text or even phone. When your every need is anticipated and taken care of even before its completely processes in your mind. Love can be beautiful and amazing but when it becomes routine it becomes a burden. One of the parties will begin to feel like the checking on each other is exhausting and it in turn becomes a chore. This leads to resentment, disinterest and disappointments. In the whole process of this love business it appears as though so much is invested yet a deficiency is constant.

The irony is that we spend so much time looking for love, yearning and wanting to be loved and yet we never get to the realization that the love we seek is in someone we know, someone we take for granted and fail reciprocating their love. Often because of our perceptions of what people may think of us, because we want a ‘Trophy’ that we can hang on the wall and show to the world regardless of the value it adds to our lives. Unfortunately, time waits for no body and cannot be reset.

Love is intricate. It’s like a tidal wave that starts and goes on and on. No one can ever understand of feel what those in love feel. It’s a feeling that puts your mind in constant turmoil while you struggle to justify emotions. No matter how many times you are asked what you see in the person u love. No matter how much the love is unreciprocated, it can never match what consumes you. It is the equivalent of temporal insanity. It is not something that can be premeditated it just happens.

The realization of unreciprocated love is enough to set one on a roller coaster of pain and anguish. How can one convince themselves and accept to be loved as second best. to be the fall back plan, to be the one that hides in the shadows because number 1 should not know even. How can you accept such pain and anguish on yourself? how folly!

In the process of trying to get off the roller coaster, there is always the constant desperation, the need and hope for a signal that can prove otherwise, that can show that it is after all mutual love.

Love is insane, love is painful, love cruel but still Love is Human.


Comments

Unknown said…
Wow, this is so true...
Unknown said…
Nice blog Susan...the article has deep and true meaning
Susanm said…
Thank you Sunday and Jonas i really appreciate your feedback

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