Beauty of Love

The beauty of love & war is we will never know them well until, we are in a vulnerable state but by then our end would be closer & miserable but if we survive our failure, it will be something worth to savor like this life & it's moments.

So it's no surprise that the one's who failed ended up loving more than the one's who succeeded. It's like taking drugs, falling in love I mean. The failures here teach more than what actual meanings ever could. They teach us about life better(and to live better) than our dreams & successes put together but by then there wouldn't be much left to live but are we willing to walk that path?

Something in me tells, yes. We are all born to do that, make an aberration rather than stay satisfied. Look at life here, it's perfect to live. Ask anyone of those creatures out here, they wouldn't be cribbing much when they say yes, but we?

We are not satisfied with it because we need more. An aberration is better than perfection. So what do we do, we push the envelope fully knowing that it 'be only failures that would be greeting us as in the end like death in this life but we persist as this be the the only path to walk into a new world past these natural boundaries away from all this perfection. Art is an aberration to what life is here. An ode to our imagination & nothing comes closer to this like love.

In the end, the beauty of living life out here is in it's vulnerability. It's this that make us blush with grace as we fall into the arms of death every passing day