009Love is everything it’s cracked up to be…

posted by Kulit on December 27th, 2005

What does it mean to be in love? What is the likelihood in finding someone you trust enough to see your true self with? So much of this world is about perceptions; building facades to hide the ugliness we know so much the world is capable of.

Love is about taking that leap of faith and believing that love does exist for everyone. And what it offers is much more than just acceptance and adoration to which we all are so very much in need of.

To me it brings hope, a hope that never really dies despite of life's disappointments, for a reason to live and smile again, to know warmth when you've only shuddered in the cold. When you seclude yourself to the world and learned not to care, it lets light sip-in when you barred every window. It brings beauty and color when you're starting to forget it exists.

It exposes your loneliness, and strips you of the shell you use to shield yourself from and to the world.
To be seen as vulnerable and helpless when you've trained yourself unyielding even to shed a tear. A tear you know will be laced with pain and fear so long withheld.

It leaves the crudeness of emotions often unexpressed. It's breaking through the messy part of yourself and exposing it for someone to see.

I've been through enough to say that I was cynical about it, but I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't want it in my life. If anything it made me want to seek warmth.
And I'm lucky enough to find it. To chance upon a person who's willing to take a gamble again on love.

I'm still trying to figure out what's true about love. It's tied to so many things, and brings out our most desperate wants. And we can be so blinded by what we want to be true.

But if there's anything I respect, it's that every one of us deserves a bit of happiness considering what we have to face everyday in this world.

I've always considered myself a loner. I admit to being a coward and an escapist half the time.
And so this is my chance to be brave. Because I want to be known, and because I want to be happy, and I choose to and because I want the person that I love to be happy always.

What better reason is there to live?