The Tale of a Tale

There was a man, he thought of this world as a beautiful place, a never ending story that unfolds as he unravels the empty scroll of his life that is to be written by him and those whom he passes it to.   Alas, never was he so wrong in many ways, that the manifold things that took place when he walked the path that he chose to walk as his own and not because he was born and instructed to do so from whence he came from, took its toll on him.  More than anything else, he wanted to accept that some things are just not meant to be and that these things are the way they are for reasons he’ll never be able to comprehend. An excuse he tells himself, because he can never find the answer to them no matter how hard he tries. Every moment perishes as he cherishes it in a second, and some he’ll remember and forget as time flies and slips through his hands.  Sadness over weighs the joy at times, and sometimes he finds it hard to fork out a smile even in the joyous of ti

Each one of us expresses our love differently towards others. Here are my thoughts on love, an essence that permeates through a human that makes me question myself as to why it exists.    What does it mean for someone to fall in love? Is it a feeling? An expression? A choice? Or just mere infatuation? We have been seeing people define love in all sorts of manner. But how do we define love? Is it in a lustful manner? Or showed by just giving stuff or caring about others? A person once asked me about whether I would love a person or to be loved by a person. My thoughts on it were substantially naive, because I would choose neither. If one does not love and want to be loved, it’s rather self-centered and if one wants to love and does not want to be loved, that to me would be a portrayal of self-sacrificial martyr. It cannot be either one. To love is to be loved and to be loved is to love; sometimes we need to incorporate one into the other. If it’s either, the person that is af