of love and responsibillity

 

Love is a lot of like someone uninvited that comes knocking on your door and while you opened the door, he just storms into your house, having a seat at your living room sofa. If I were to describe how love feels to me, that’s how I’ll explain it.

And a certain point in life, you have to make a decision that will alter your course of life completely, for some it involves transforming their self, abandoning that cacophony that once house their old self. For others, it involves the heavy responsibility that added the weight on the back of their body. He has to choose whether to abandon that said responsibility, although not saying it out loud, at least, imprinted onto his soul and mind.

Abandoning that said responsibility also comes at a cost, a cost he weighting around. He may or can abandon it but it comes with a cost, a cost that will haunt him for the rest of his life, of course we don’t know that, but hypothetically speaking, of course he’ll always remember it if that said responsibility also what shapes him today.

Yet, we also cannot deny the yearning of the soul, that yearning that lies deep in every man’s heart. Whether to answer that yearning is another question and acknowledging that yearning is another one. It may seem trivial for others but his mind is being split apart by this constant bombardment of question that never cease to be silent. But the rain of question really doesn’t come out of nowhere, social media with its never-ending supply of the glimpse of others life, in my opinion certainly provided the bullets for the firearm machinery of life question.

Maybe its blessing in disguise to live in peace, with your eyes on blindfold. And maybe, sometime in the future, we will look at the past, and said to ourself “why did use I worry about this kind of stuff” or “if only I did this and that”. Really boils down to those two question to be honest.