Courage and love together feels paradoxical...or at-least to me as I always believed Love is effortless...it is a flow. But the more one starts to encounter the unfolding life's events, the more one can relate. The price one pays, The wretched in which one participates...the confusions that fogs the mind and bury the basic power to think, feel, hear or sense.
Recently I watched a video clip where an old lady said something so profound about LoveStory & LifeStory. She calls that it could be possible you love someone but cannot have a life with them and have a life with someone but a mutual understanding keeps the two going and one should be so clear in deciding what one wants - A LoveStory or a Story of Life built together.
Amidst all the echos, there beats a heart which bleeds and swallows the aftermath - one of the choices the other makes, the path they choose to walk, following the constant urge to fit-in, to find a meaning, to be with a purpose - Purely with a faith in heart not knowing the right or wrong.
Behind the stage, that's the courage that walks along; without judgments...with a hearth shining the light of a morning sun purely for the other to bloom in love, to breath in peace and to fly in confidence. 🤞💖🤞
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