To the few who loves.
To the few who trusts.
To the few who believes in forever.
I'd like to be with the few.
The few who runs the mountains.
The few who swims the seas.
The few who breathes the air of the earth.
Brokenness.
Broken promises.
Broken relationships.
Broken dreams.
People becomes shattered inside. And becomes bitter in the inside.
Disappointments well up and breeds bitterness.
Negativity. Passivity. Hopelessness.
The world has become a place to people to become selfish and 'get what they think they deserve' and be rotten and scream in angst "I'm tired!" They did all they could to just go as far as possible. Yet they stay in the same place. They never move.
Or so it seems.
I remember Paper Towns' Margo quote,
"When I've thought about him dying - which admittedly isn't that much - I always thought of it like you said, that all strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships think, or maybe we're grass - our roots are so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you're imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose grass, you're saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications..."and so on.
I really like the thought of it's how you metaphor your life; then you name the cycle after your own story. Well, how does you see life anyway? What is life in the first place.
Anyways, this mind is probably stirred by John Green's Paper Town. I really like how deep and sometimes how mysterious are his works. You see, he loves literary (of course) bringing it into a passionate gray level and leaves sighing. Always.
My point here is that I'm so disturbed of how much broken the world - accepting the love they think they deserve - because of so much longing thinking it's the only way it could complete them. But how about thinking that their life is life. In the literal sense, life is not broken or anythin. Life is living. Life is a fresh course everyday, not broken, not withered, not failing. Life.
I wouldn't hurt so much if people try to live that way. I even wonder where did this hurt came from. Isn't some kind of pride, selfishness, or anything in between that says "It should be." I don't know, really. I could not say that this is in behalf of those that are like me, because I don't know if there who thinks like me.
People exerts so much for love. Just to gain love. Just to know love.
Love is right where you fell. We don't recognize it because it's not how we see "our" kind of love. Unless we ourselves know what it is, we can never go deeper the depths. I love to think that there are always depths in everything. And nothing can go far if even comprehending the simplest you can't.
