Afterthoughts.....

I read these want to agree.... want to belive.......... that these are true.
But I am having afterthoughts. These questions are haunting me.
Sought answers.... No luck....


When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side...
And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left!
How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?
The Alchemist

When I read this I realised that I/We always associate happiness, joy with the presence or absence of someone or something. Does the beauty of love and companionship fade so quickly? Is it that easy to forget the joy, comfort and bliss that it brought.....
and just be left with the bitterness and frustation of someone or something not being there anymore, Of not feeling the same again.
Why do we always want to end up as victims of some affliction rather than the being recipients of goodness?
Why do we leave the bliss of "what was" behind and carry the burden of sorrow that "it isint" anymore?
I am still searching for an answer..............

All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement…
Freedom only exists when love is present.
The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves the most.
Eleven Minutes
I want desperately to agree with this..... But I am somehow not conviced....
Is the desire to "love" greater than the desire to "be loved"?
Is it true that you can give yourself up wholly.... completely.. and not expect anything in return?
Is love giving yourself up?


No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.
That is the true experience of freedom:
"having the most important thing in the world without owning it."
Eleven Minutes
When it comes to love what is the line between "having" and "owning"?
Is love letting go?
Can you still feel the freedom if someone you love isi'nt yours? If yes.. why do we not feel the freedom after they are gone? Why is so difficult to let go? Why is it so difficult not to feel stifled? Why do we keep analysing "WHY" is isi'nt a certain way?