Isn't it easier for people who do not have a story of their own, a destiny of their own to fall in love endlessly and make the other's story their own?
Would it be easy to have a life which would have no story?
Wouldn't there be a lot of stories in the background which made the life sans a journey?Was I someone who had no plans to follow, nothing to prove to herself and the people who questioned me, no passion to work hard for, no achievements to fulfill, no dreams to turn into reality; how easy it would have been to keep my hand in the one beside me, let myself be loved and carried to wherever the love had its story designed. It would be any cottage, any house or mansion in any city, it could be for a doctor, a teacher, a data analyst, an engineer, a lawyer, a businessman or anything that a person in my "social circles" could be. I would have nothing to miss nor to regret. A life that has one story and two interconnected people.
However I am not the kind of person who'd make it that easy. I want to find myself the best opportunities, work for everything that I have always wanted to and work everywhere I can see myself needed. I am someone who knows my strengths and my capacity, my weaknesses and my craziness, my aims and my dreams. When this person who is so clear in what she wants from herself meets someone she falls in love with, how is she to let go any of them? No, the question is- is she to let go of them? No, the question should be- why is she to let go anything at all? I'd not ask the person I love to leave it but to live it. It would be tough as hell to bring together the two stories and live them both for eachother. However that doesn't make it impossible or any less loveable. The lucky ones would have two stories of two persons running along endlessly like a DNA structure- connected at all points of life and for life.
That'd be one hell of a love story to write and one amazing love story to live in. I'd love to listen to it. Would you? Would you tell me one?
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Memologs
Non-FictionDreams, realizations, revelations- personal, true, private, pensive. Writing for understanding myself, for understanding others, world around. To know my own perspective which risks to be lost with the number of things and people I see and listen to.