No matter what one seems to do, there are those moments in your life where you begin to question their significance.
Idealism, realism..
Could there be an in between? Or perhaps there isn't a boundary even.
What is an ideal? Why must it be so defined from reality? To the point in which we strive for one and yet fall short because of the latter... Must it be so? Or could it be possible to blur those lines, and for once, let ideals and what we perceive to be real, merge and become one? Could that one.. that grey shade, become a solid color? What if there were no absolutes? Would it then be possible to neither neglect nor accept the idea of both?
For many of us, to be loved and to love, simultaneously, is the ultimate ideal.
In reality, many a time, it does not happen quite as what Ideal had planned.
But my question, is why?
Why must reality sting? Why must ideals only be treated as unreachable?
Those are not my questions. Although they would make perfect sense to ask them.
Would there be an answer?
As most would say, it is as it is. We can't do anything about it. It is a fact. Period.
Loving someone, what does this mean?
I never really understood this age old question.. What is love?
And though there are millions of answers that seem correct, the ultimate answer, has it been found?
To do all that one can for someone.. Is that love?
To sacrifice everything for someone.. Is that love?
Care, sacrifice, adoration, praise, discipline, faith, trust, patience, goodness.. All these are the many names of 'love'.
But what is it's true identity? Unmasked by the many associations and words..
Where is love?
What is love?
Who is love?
