How fascinating it is to see how things change and yet how they stay the same.
How everything that dies of converts into one of the four components; Earth, water, air, or fire, either it’s a person, a leaf, an idea, or simply a dream. The law of nature is alluring, revealing its marvels each day upon the thinkers and the believers to get inspired by the well-planned flight of birds on a vast, boundless sky, by the movement of fishes in deep, blue waters, and by how beauty persists from the heart of a lover to the tear of a worshipper tightly knotted to the Divine by the unseen rope of hope and despair, till a mere word of goodness from one’s lips changing someone’s life or making other’s day.
The things, the people, and the dreams that die don’t actually die every time, rather they remain in this very world, either in one’s heart or in one’s eye, or are lived by other people around if it’s a dying dream. Everything on this Earth is bound to the other by an unseen, unimaginable force we call love, changing forms from agony to happiness, from despair to hope, from timidity to determination, from denial to Faith, and then again becoming love.
An Unseen Force What We Call Love
