I love writing. Why? I've got no idea.
When the Romans used Cupid to symbolize love, they wanted to convey a message. The wanted to tell us that this is what Love is, a child throwing his arrows recklessly on hearts, without ever stopping to ask himself "Why" or "When" or "How". It's beyond reason.
When you love something for particular reasons, you are connecting two pieces of cloth with strings. The strings are cut one after another by the effect of time. The bond is weakening. The bond no longer exists. But when you love something for no reason at all, the two pieces are overlapped. They are one piece. And can you ever separate something from its own self?
I am writing and writing is me
6 comments:
Oh wow, this is one profound idea. I never thought of it that way. How did you come up with this idea? It is so true, that's the funny part. Continue writing, girl!
Salam, Maha. happy to have stumbled upon your blog.
it couldn't be more true. i had a friend that used to tell me that i actually write myself into my notebooks. sometimes it even scares me. at other times, it's a sublime feeling.
what a beautiful thought on love...i like the image and the truth that is holds...
Thank you all for the supportive comments!
You know I never really thought about it but it's kinda true :) and you write beautifully.
Write on! Thank you for loving! :)
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