love...been thinking a lot about it lately, maybe it has something to do with the fact that i've finished exams now and have plenty of free time on hand...i see couples milling by me and i can't help but wonder, is love really for everyone? or would it cause a selected portion of society at large to develop allergic reactions? the nasty kind that leave you with mottled skin and a persistent itch...? or maybe a buzzsaw hack and a runny nose? if that's the case, maybe i m one of the love-hyper-sensitive sorts. :P
but i see love, (at least the romantic kind), as a faraway point of light that seems to shine brightly into my glistening eyes, but eludes my grasp when i try to reach out to touch it. and i reach out further and further. i have started running too, with outstretched hand and steady eye. it never leaves my sight. but where have i gone in my pursuit of it? i have left the boundaries of my previous thinking, my old being. i have thrown aside in my race, the limits i thought existed and i have... grown. i m changing even as i run towards this sharp,shiny and glittering light, this that pierces the darkenss of my existence. and who do i see when at last, i feel the intensity of its heat, the pulsing blue of its heart, ponder upon its many many facets? i see myself reflected in that surface. not a girl with sugar sweet dreams of a handsome husband or a prince chanrming...but a woman, whose maturity and wisdom render her beautiful beyond words. a woman who has seen herself transform. not overnight but each and every day as she ran that race. disappointment, heartache, sorrow disappear as i take out my hand and hold the light in my palm. it was not the destination that mattered. it was the journey.