Love and reality

We poets might have made a huge deal about finding the right person, and the movies are not helping either. Getting your heart broken, finding the right person and living a happy life all within 3hrs might seem cinematic but it takes a lifetime of experiences in real life to get to that point, fortunately life has blessed me with an elder sister whom I can look up to. And I think I might have finally got a gist of it - Love just might not be about getting hold of one person and hoping that they would magically turn into someone you imagined your type was if you loved them long enough with everything you have, we must learn to accept people as they are. I mean at the end of the day it all just comes down to if you can be unapologetically yourself in front of the other person where other people might label you as “cringe” but it just does not affect you cause it’s that one person who doesn’t care if you have are a little bloated or aren’t the one with the highest sense of humour or if are man enough according to "insta’s version of a man”. If you are the Joker, find yourself a Harley queen. And honestly, you do have to put up a lot of shit before you can even learn that it's absolutely fine if a lot of people do not find you funny, intelligent or flabbergastingly charming. I mean how you can ever practically amuse 7 billion people at the same time. You attract some, despise some more, crave for a few and love someone with everything you have got for rarely even fewer.

In an ocean of love where the currents of love aren’t really predictable and the number and types of -ships are confusing enough to make even a millennial like me feel in his late 40s (I am 23, do not even dare to call be GenZ), I do not really blame you. Infatuation is a dirty bitch, I agree. But surprisingly it is also one of the most confusing forces of the human mind, where it can and will make you go crazy for the most unrealistic things. You would make up imaginary situations and most of them won't even make sense but what is life if not a lesson book. And you need then once in a while to know what’s made for you, even roses look lovely yet have thorns and not everyone has to like them, some might just be a sunflower person (I love them hard) and the only way to learn about them is by getting your fingers pricked. It’s pretty easy to lose yourself when you are really hungry and you are choosing bread crumbs over home-cooked meals that you could make just cause you are scared of spoiling the dish on the first try or you burned your finger when you tried the first time around. The beauty of life lies in trying once again, in a childlike (not childish) attitude and a heart full of dreams and going through a lot of fuckups. The hardest thing in the world might be standing still, so you gotta put one step after the next.

I have always had this thought somewhere within me - “We are just random anons to each other, where we really have no authority nor any weight, we are like our words themselves floating somewhere we do not even know”. I do not know the source or origin of this very refined thought but ever since I could articulate my thoughts, feelings and emotions and weave words into sometimes meaningful sentences they burst and ran parallel to an equal sense of craving to love one singular woman and grow old with her. My heart freaks out and bursts with amazement every time I try to comprehend the fact that out of the million billion “could-have-been” possible outcomes, this very one where we got to cross paths in each other’s lives is so very real. I mean what are the chances that out of the million possible fusions you and I took birth, grew up so close to each other and met exactly when we had to, we could have been on two very sides of this earth and never met, we could be on the same bus and yet never even look at each other because either one of us was too busy on their phone like we do on a regular basis, we could have met earlier and like those lost relations we might have lost touch, we could have met a little later and we might not have had the time to connect this boldly or we could have been school friends and yet lose them like one of those many but we didn’t!! We met just when we had to, have spent some really good times, been a part of each other's memories that neither of us would forget even if we wanted to and been into each other personal space that we wouldn’t allow anyone had it been any other setting. And If these words make any sense, then they do simply because of something very deep within you that connects you with me through my words that might just not be aware of, but not because I exploit your needs for certainty or for a daddy figure or for some ultimate knowledge or whatever else. Trust me I would really have a very hard time doing it even if I wanted to because I'm only made up of these so very finite letters.

Be cringe, be free, be happy.