A little kingdom I possess,
Where thoughts and feelings dwell;
And very hard the task I find
Of governing it well.
~ Louisa May Alcott

...that more or less describes my situation!

 
……………yet another rusted piece..........from the forgotten closet…..

A little lesson of love……

Life can turn you into a philosopher; not a very happy frame of mind to be in and yet, very much imposed on those who have certain leanings. I couldn't care less about the world I live in, if it didn't interfere with my own private world, but unfortunately everything seems to be governed by everything else. There are subjects I would rather not dwell upon, for they are painful and often depressing, but I have to, I cannot help it. My mind wanders and I cannot control it.

I sometimes wonder what makes some people what they are. Is it fruitless to expect any change in them? And, if the general mass of humanity is as cold, unemotional, unfeeling, uncaring as it seems to be, then were we destined to be born as an exception? That’s hard to believe. Common logic tells you that there must be others who think and feel as you do. To whom kindness, sensitivity, sympathy, compassion, understanding and such other human qualities would mean as much as they do to you. But you never seem to come across such like-hearted people and hence the disillusionment.

I have commonly heard of people in love, who for some reason or the other , cannot make a declaration. It is a most unhappy situation, to be sure. There is a saying, which I believe to be quite true, which is " It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all". It doesn't make their misfortune any easier to bear, but it is a balm to the soul, to know that one has tasted some measure of bliss.

My heart goes out to them, but my pity is reserved for some others. These are those that are loved, those who are thought of and cared for, those whose smallest words assume the greatest proportions in some others' minds, those whose mere presence is a secret joy and the sound of whose voice is pure music, those, in short, who have a place in some others' hearts but who do not know what they have. Those who break the very hearts that ache for them. Those who do not know the value of the treasure that is theirs and who happily ground it under their feet. Those who do not see the hurt, anguish and tears that follow their unkind words and still less care. Those who are offered words of comfort and reassurance, but who spurn them in an act of pride. Those who are timidly asked for little tokens of love and friendship, but who find pleasure in denying them. Those who are given the chance to love and be loved, but who cannot and will not, they are truly unfortunate and I sincerely pity them.

It is a funny world and still funnier are the creatures crawling on it. We learn to value people only after we have lost them. Then we think of how much we love them and groan, because we've no way of telling them. What is , is not forever but while it is, let's make it beautiful, this small little bubble of a life that we live. Let's give and share and make the most of hearts that care...................



posted by Sylvia D'souza at 3:18 pm 0 comments