bein aimy

lifestyle guru-wannabe, a fierce woman who is after her dreams – living it out, who loves to travel, basking a kiss of heaven, self-made, multi-tasker, loves RDJ (who doesn't?) and ultimately a firm believer of the Sought-After!

When the weather didn’t play ball

on November 7, 2012

Get this picture: cold after five in the afternoon with fireworks (Vendetta the movie: Remember, remember the 5th of November? Hence the fireworks!), Rita Wilson’s rendition of All I have to do is Dream (her soft yet most sweet voice touches the very core of me!), hot coffee and a mouthful of sinful moist chocolate cake plus – me writing? Spell it for me: LOVEly!! Well, to say the least, Wednesday is doing oh-so-good-to-me these days!! I happen to bump LOVE every Wednesday. (Jeez, I don’t know what about this particular day but I have to tell you this: it is kinda creepy yet very indulging! hahaha) My mind just echoed this: Wednesday is READING-lazy day for me – anything from blogs, books, ebooks, long walks, enjoying a romantic music while in bed, star gazing (College has got the better of me Monday and Tuesday – I’ll spell it for you: always on my toes! So I call WedNESTday my NEST day. Gets?) Let’s start with this poem:

Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being “in love” which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.

– Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

Enough said? Not really. Because underpinned the cruelest truth about LOVE – that it is THEREFORE a decision. Sad? Just as much as I love to disagree on certain things, this thing holds true that gravity can’t even begin to reason. Oh, we love to complicate simple things and magnify everything under the use of a microscope! It is easy to fall in love. Very easy that it doesn’t asked us our consent, either way we wouldn’t be making mistakes as we tread through the long and winding road (yeah, the song! Hahaha.) But that is the first shade of LOVE (the more it turns grey, the better! Why? The mistakes we have to learn along the way will prove how well we have loved!) We know if it is THE ONE or just a plain TEXTual happiness (add short term affair to the list!) For love requires DECISION: to swim amidst the current of how things are going or simply just to let go. It’s not the feeling of how love makes you the happiest person ever lived on earth (I am playing the other advocate! Huh!), it is how love chooses to live still against any challenge faced. It is undisturbed in a way that no one can permeate the walls that love built. Intertwined that no machinery of lies can obliterate, for loves’ language is beyond words but of faith. Deeply rooted that well-scheme plans are of no good, for the heart knows nothing but trust. Well watered that even drought can’t ebb away sweet-nothings in a given mundane afternoon. Nurtured that even time or distance can’t turn the fire off. Thus, Decision has to be made, even when the weather didn’t play ball… 😉

P.S. I have been dreaming of you (like a lot!) lately. ❤


2 responses to “When the weather didn’t play ball

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