Love, not words win arguments

I just took a gaze and was astounded how long it had been ever since I appended anything in here. I usually uncover and devour what my co-bloggers are writing, but of late it appeared too much like and uphill struggle (blame it on my overly preoccupied schedules). I still had the hunger for keeping on pinnacle of what’s being posted, but I was deficient (temporarily) of the will to scavenge and nosh.
But that’s it for now. With anticipation, I can get my intellect back together and the pen should start rolling back again, my mind and eyes would be reading blogs, and posting more. (The mental smog clears out every now and then.) It’s just now that a thought hovered around my mind. ‘tis Love.
When one is encircled by love, the sense of exhilaration becomes paler, and one is inclined to overlook the real love that lies in the middle of the tranquility and monotony.
At times, we look forward to surplus of expectations from people surrounding us, and for the reason that nobody can ever live up to those expectations, we are nearly at all times let down. Wouldn’t it be wiser if we just let go and set free, allowing people to be who they are? in that case we'd be capable to view them as they are, with all their splendor and righteousness in which we take elation, and with all their blunders which we as well are not liberated from.
When we have placed someone up on a plinth, carving them to suit our requirements, needs and wishes by flattening out the old coarse edges and forming fresh curvatures hither and thither, we cannot make out the true person beneath our work. All we see is the delusion we have formed. That is rejecting the person's actual individuality. It’s wiser if we let go of our expectations and delusions, and acknowledge them all just the way they are.
Love surfaces in all forms, even very minute and sassy forms, it has never been a sculpt, it could be the most boring and unexciting form- flora, and passionate moments are only made use of and come into view on the facade of the relationship. Beneath all this, the column of true love rests strong and that's our life. Love, not words win arguments.

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