There is a quote I read a year ago that I still carry till this
day, "There isn't anyone you couldn't love once you've heard their
story." It shouldn't take us more than the mere fact that one is human to
love someone. That we are like them. Persuasion becomes irrelevant in the realm
of similarity. One of the oldest Arabic poems states, "All strangers
are kin."
We are all lost
and wandering travelers in this world. No one is truly established here. And
travelers… they survive in groups. We are all broken. We all have little porcelain
cracks lining the parts of us only we can see. We are all fragile little
skeletons awaiting just the slightest jolt to push us back down, crumpled on
the ground. We all want acceptance, truth. We all want to feel like we belong.
And it's true, I tell you. “Love” for us humans, is not a craving. It's a survival
instinct. We need something to hold
onto. Something to submit to. Something beautiful for us to feel infinite and
everlasting. Something not tangible, but dreamy that we can fly with; settle on
pink dipped clouds of ivory with.
Bodies, materialism, are not enough for us. We want to go deeper. We want to scoop into every soul. Touch those little parts of people they have never even felt; those little crevices and black holes and abysses upon abysses that exist between our delicate ribs. We want to change people in a way that will leave a lasting imprint. We are criminals; trying with all our being to leave a stolen fingerprint on the hearts of all those we love. And we may not feel it... this love of strangers. But it's there.
We all have a soul. Forget the mouth, eyes, ears, legs, and arms anecdote... we ALL exist with an inane wanderlust, trying, pushing, digging to find that perfect paradise... Some of us think we've found it here, in this mortal world, and give up all that the paradise in the next holds. Some of us, though, still believe in a beauty greater than the human eye can behold. Some of us still remain patient with all that this paradoxical world may throw at us and just hold on until we can reach the paradise we still believe in. In the afterlife. In the life where love is without bounds of material, mortal, mortar. Where happiness is without the bounds of reality... and life is just a never-ending dream of smile after unbridled smile after smile.
Bodies, materialism, are not enough for us. We want to go deeper. We want to scoop into every soul. Touch those little parts of people they have never even felt; those little crevices and black holes and abysses upon abysses that exist between our delicate ribs. We want to change people in a way that will leave a lasting imprint. We are criminals; trying with all our being to leave a stolen fingerprint on the hearts of all those we love. And we may not feel it... this love of strangers. But it's there.
We all have a soul. Forget the mouth, eyes, ears, legs, and arms anecdote... we ALL exist with an inane wanderlust, trying, pushing, digging to find that perfect paradise... Some of us think we've found it here, in this mortal world, and give up all that the paradise in the next holds. Some of us, though, still believe in a beauty greater than the human eye can behold. Some of us still remain patient with all that this paradoxical world may throw at us and just hold on until we can reach the paradise we still believe in. In the afterlife. In the life where love is without bounds of material, mortal, mortar. Where happiness is without the bounds of reality... and life is just a never-ending dream of smile after unbridled smile after smile.
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