Love and death.
They both appear at your door step unannounced.
You won't remember letting them in. You won't even remember them at your door step.
You just realise that you are having to entertain the company of uninvited visitors effortlessly.
In both do we find peace and rest. In both do we find sadness.
Death brings peace and sadness at the same time.
When she takes our beloved away from us, our hearts ache.
But I always wonder; for what reason do we not envy those who have found peace in death from the struggle with life?
Life. We weren't searching but we found her.
We lust deeply after her whom we despise. She hurts us quite frequently but if we're asked, we choose to remain in love(or lust?) with her. With her beauty, she lures us.
She doesn't try hard to please us but the one thing she brings us is love.
Love that brings peace. Love that we share. Well, love that we should share.
As we remain with the beauty that is life, we must try to make the relationship as meaningful as possible. We must try to share the love she gives us so that we have enough amongst us as the break up with her is never our choice. She soon leaves us without notice.
Love as you live because life alone gives you this opportunity which death takes away.
