Sometimes..
Sometimes the only way
To hold on tight
In what you believe in life
Is by letting go..
Sometimes the only way
Of fighting your destiny
Is by surrendering to it..
Sometimes the only way
To make your voice heard
Is by not speaking a single word..
Sometimes the only way
To leap forward
Is by taking a few steps back..
Sometimes the only way
To not be lonely
Is by being alone..
Sometimes the only way
Of getting what you want
Is by not wanting it at all..
Sometimes the only way
To love Love
Is by never falling in Love again..
posted by NishaDelisha at
2:44 AM
7 Comments:
Sometimes the only way
To tell someone nice post
Is by telling them nice post..:)
I totally agaree.....I love ur blog..looks so cool..:) wish u all the happiness...u deserve it..:)
Fighting love and keeping it at bay is as easy as stopping a leak with a finger. It's going to give way and come sprouting out.
I've realised, don't go looking for love - it has it's ways of finding you. Love is neither good nor bad rather it's true or false.
True love always hurts. However, the most enduring thing about true love is never having to be sorry.
Thanks friend?, Kevin and JayJayWorld.
Its nice to have encouragement delivered to you as soon as you post something new.
Writing for me is therapy for my frayed nerves and disappointed soul.
Thanks once again..
NV
That is a very nice piece you have written..I completely agree on your sentiments on LOVE....It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
A large part of the capacity to love, and the sensitivity required for it, comes from stepping out of oneself.
While one's own needs in a relationship are important, what is equally, and perhaps more important is understanding the needs and motivation of the other person.
Love without understanding and acceptance is as ephemeral as a rainbow- It's pretty while it lasts, but one cloud over the sun, and poof! It's gone.
Love hurts, but it lasts- either as love, or as something else, equally enduring. Love is what is left when hte hurt is healed, its not the cause of the hurt.
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