Blame me all you like, or praise me god alike for the fruits of my emotions are earth bound and uncontrollably awaiting beyond the celestials. Hopelessness, often misconstrued as a negative term especially when semantically analysed but there is an often overlooked beauty in hopelessness.
Romanticism as of heroic times
and adventures as often portrayed in home movies, ancient texts – I remember
the shakespearian ones have always been the best. Most recent of them was
Korede’s “Dream Boo…Phantom Bae” which captured the true depth of romantic
imagination with a conceivable descriptive context. A method devised by all
great authors and hopeless romantics in making great the depth of their
emotions.
I was reading songs of Solomon the other day and I came to a realization
that it takes a meadow of wisdom to manage emotions beyond human comprehension
which is bestowed in just a few of us to make chosen others feel elated at
first and every sight. Hate me all you like, blame me all you can…dynamism of
human perception and emotions would always be my defense as I have tasted from
the recipe of devil himself and I have groveled at the feet of the oppressor
but against all odds I have triumphed over time though in multiple situations
with the phantom one.
Mushy much, yeah.. a popular allegation from the ones who conceal deep
inside them all the love and attention intended to be shared. They forget the
place of selflessness and individualism in dishing out the expected affection.
They create a standard of love and quantify emotions, often with a pessimistic
approach of reciprocation. For God so love the world that he gave his only
begotten son, for whosoever believeth in him shall not perish but have eternal
life (John 3: 16), this right here is the ultimate love, this right here is the
height of hopeless and wishful romanticism, so even if the creator could not
help it for he so loved the world … who am I to quantify the emotions and
affection I dish out to the ones I hold dearly.
When I'm asked how much I love God, I'll say 'it's not quantifiable'. Love is an uncountable noun too. You either Love or you don't love. We cannot conceal love. Love will always find a way.
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