The four stages of a butterfly are as follows
Egg
Larva
Pupa
Butterfly
It’s the classic case of the ugly duckling which turned out to be the beautiful swan. Nature with all its bounty has time and again shown us how from a kernel the flora blossoms. Why can’t then love follow the same motion.
When we are in love, in the initial stages, we become blind [I say this from profound experience]. We are in love with all that is good in the other person and with the feeling of being in love. Rarely do we see the cons to the pros. Even if we do, we shove it under the rug. We are in love, we proclaim. We are in full splendour much like the butterfly
fluttering nearby.
As time wanes, love takes a different form. It becomes complacent. Further on, it then goes into regression. We take the other person for granted and we forget the love that attracted us to the very person we are living with under the same roof.
Every relationship requires a lot of hard work they say. Is that the only requisite? Hard work towards what? Did we define that goal when we started the journey? And if so, then are we assessing if we are stepping towards it in unison or did we divert somewhere and that too on our own without the knowledge of the other?
A relationship, no matter what name we give it should always be the union of two souls at the bare. When we embark on it, we are invariably on the same page. What we need to achieve constantly is turn the leaves together. This would then culminate to an eternity of the skipped heart beat we experienced when we saw the other cross the road towards 'us'.
Egg
Larva
Pupa
Butterfly
It’s the classic case of the ugly duckling which turned out to be the beautiful swan. Nature with all its bounty has time and again shown us how from a kernel the flora blossoms. Why can’t then love follow the same motion.
When we are in love, in the initial stages, we become blind [I say this from profound experience]. We are in love with all that is good in the other person and with the feeling of being in love. Rarely do we see the cons to the pros. Even if we do, we shove it under the rug. We are in love, we proclaim. We are in full splendour much like the butterfly
fluttering nearby.As time wanes, love takes a different form. It becomes complacent. Further on, it then goes into regression. We take the other person for granted and we forget the love that attracted us to the very person we are living with under the same roof.
Every relationship requires a lot of hard work they say. Is that the only requisite? Hard work towards what? Did we define that goal when we started the journey? And if so, then are we assessing if we are stepping towards it in unison or did we divert somewhere and that too on our own without the knowledge of the other?
A relationship, no matter what name we give it should always be the union of two souls at the bare. When we embark on it, we are invariably on the same page. What we need to achieve constantly is turn the leaves together. This would then culminate to an eternity of the skipped heart beat we experienced when we saw the other cross the road towards 'us'.
5 comments:
Life is all about relationships. Making or breaking them is always our own doing.The careless comment, the thoughtless indifference, the inability to speak our minds is what blows the beauty off from lives. Just clinging on does not help, but nurturing and making one composite whole of different fragments of experiences creates eternity...
Love is just a four letter word which has been done to death. Its friendship, companionship and empathy that really go a long way towards sustenance.
Like all those theories of physics, what makes love very hard to keep, is our assumption of ''everything else remains the same''.
The hard fact is that nothing else remains the same.
Its always a relationship between two different souls that carry their own back-pack of issues. Contents of our bags differ.
Eternal love, is our understanding and acceptance of the other person as a whole and also realising that like everything else in life, this relationship too is a bit incomplete in ways more than we initially thought.
Love: a few moments-on-moments of truth which is eternal only in its honesty and fidelity to that or those moments. It is not a stretchable rubber band. We might fall out of love with time because true to nature love too is seasonal. But the season bygone was as true as all other seasons to come. We might step in to another season of love and that doesn't make the last season untrue. We would be poor if we were to limit our capacity to love. We should experience all the seasons of love.
Love...hmmmm...can be simple...can be complicated...just like life...but usually most of us opt for the latter. And therein lies the rub.
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