Love

Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

They say that the best things in life are free, right? Well I think that is true. Love is free and the best thing about it is that you don’t even have to go and get it, because you already have it. It is like a gigantic battery that you carry on your back throughout your life and it’s constantly charged and recharged; by life itself. When you need it, you have it… and when you think you don’t need it, you simply cannot look behind your shoulder.
Think about all the moments of pure happiness in your life. Every single fraction of a second that will remain frozen forever, sustained, relentless. The times that you were staring at something generally considered stupid, or at least unimportant, but for you, suddenly something magically simplistic was demystified in front of you. It was always there; part of your reality, but you never saw it before. Every time that you were driven inside a whirlpool of sounds and images, smells, thoughts and emotions all combined to give you the perfect momentum in which you became intoxicated, lost, and yet fully aware of yourself, aware of what you were experiencing, conscious, free. Bring back all these moments of unsurpassed joy and unspeakable jubilance, all these times you were in the same location with friends, family, boyfriends or girlfriends, relatives or rivals but those, were merely objects serving the hunger of your observation. No! All these times, you were not with your friends and family, your demons or your villains. You were by yourself, with yourself; you were the moment and you were “Now” and all these formed your complete existence. Away from the junk of the mind, the rules and regulations, the boundaries and legislations. You were rebellious and free.

“In the end you will understand that Loneliness and Silence are your most precious companions. To descend with them in the depths of your Self. Gradually, you will be amassed with the reality of The Dream, which is your human slavery. And with the same way, your strength and will for your counter strike from freedom will be increased”
-The Gospel of Judas

All these twinkling “cracks” of time, it wasn’t the people, the colors, the smells or the surroundings that made you happy. It was Love. An unspecified and invisible stream of love that drove you to the distant boarders of your mind and placed you in front of the gateway to the land of consciousness. And you took only but a step in it; though it was enough for you to get a glimpse. What if the step becomes a never-ending stroll; the fraction of a second, a lifetime?

Love.
Undying, unfading, Immortal, relentless

In the end, within the explosion of thunder, love only understands the language of Majesty.

I wrote this as an assignment for a Literature and Composition course......might drive the professor mad :P !