In search of True Love

Life would not be this beautiful if no one dared to give love, share innermost thoughts, see the presence of his existence and reciprocate that same feeling which gives a man contentment and happiness in his life - just like this man I have known.

Honestly, life for this man has been living a life without feeling this LOVE which he envied in his colleagues. Love was a wonderful thing, he knew.

TRUE LOVE - what did it mean for him? He really didn't understand, he really didn't know. He kept writing and singing songs about LOVE, but he couldn't find it in himself. Foolishness isn't it?

He thought that maybe it was due to the fact that he was born "unwanted" and "unloved." He figured this was why his life was upside down.

He grew up envisioning LOVE as blurred water, stagnant and stinking. "It is nonsense, useless, nothing at all." But even with this feeling of desperation, confusion and hatred, he could not blame his parents or even the people involved in his life. He guessed and believed that "The things given here should remain as they are."

Time, space, days, years, were his final resort, believing that GOD was there for him. The moment of his life he had spent all by himself, carrying the loneliness, fear, and a growing doubt in his intelligence and a capacity to grow and live his life.

In searching for his real identity as a human, he wanted to become a good person who was content with everything he had.

He knew it was not the end of all. There was a time when he was able to recognize what love was; what it should be for a person and how it should be appreciated. It was kind of feeling of which he almost never wanted to get out.

But everything that he went through was just a mere taste of what LOVE was, like the wind. He knew that he had to do something to heal the wounds that he was nursing. He had to help himself, since he was not one of those people in the world who could carry too much burden.

Until now, as he continue searching for this LOVE and the kind of belonging he wanted to have, his loneliness and strangeness as a person hid the immense goodness that he bore.

He decided to live the kind of life he had to the full and enjoy every single part and minute of it. He would no longer worry about the direction of his life in both its rational and irrational natures. For he believed that he could make it. He believed that he could make himself be loved. And he believed that he could love, not just one person, but all of mankind.