Love’s Potential
2011-5-8
By waters
Time ticks “bye”. You don’t even have a chance to say back before realizing that he, the mischievous cherub, is on his way rushing to future but no returns. Nevertheless, the angel of naivety and, as usual, unpredicatibility blows around miscellanous bubbles that float around as the bless of wafting snowflakes, innocent and full of hope.
We are, however, not supposed to grip tight the geminating chance that hope entails, or else, the bubble will burst and the snowflake melt. Then you may ask, what shall I do about? No vanity. No impiety. No false celebration under the guise that you are fated to be something or somebody. Chill, and open up again your gate of heart that’s been latched by your fervent disparagement of others as your extreme sense of being extraordinary tells you so. Feel, and understand the unprecedental endowment that life has offered you. Then, tap into the resourses of that blissful power, and learn. Love back, with the equal potential through which life loves you. And that’s when we know the pivot why we, humans, are truly blessed, for we are the ones and only to know the truth that life is not a pool waiting to be dried up through time but can be a fountain welling up water of love once we get a hue of the potentiality our endeavor can really reach. But it is ‘artificial’, you know, not ‘natural’ there, and so we all have to give our best shot and audacious efforts.
