Taking a break from the short stories, Sitting here at the Chennai airport I had around 2-3 hours to kill and decided to finish my blog. Here is All Over Again.
All Over Again
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
Someday,
We'll forget the hurt,
The reason we cried,
And who caused us pain.
We'll forget the hurt,
The reason we cried,
And who caused us pain.
We will finally realise that,
The secret of being free,
Is not revenge,
But letting things unfold,
In their own time,
And in their own way.
The secret of being free,
Is not revenge,
But letting things unfold,
In their own time,
And in their own way.
After all,
What matters is,
Not the first,
But the last,
Chapter of our life,
It will show how well,
We ran the race.
What matters is,
Not the first,
But the last,
Chapter of our life,
It will show how well,
We ran the race.
So Smile,
Laugh,
Forgive,
Believe.
Laugh,
Forgive,
Believe.
And love all over again!
