I feel love is a journey from attachments to detachments. A journey which is toured many times thinking of the satisfaction which leads to a heavenly feeling of happiness. I won’t have to say things twice though that I have a fondness for it. Of bestowing it wholeheartedly. There were times I reached the top still didn’t discern that it was worth the saunter. At times I didn’t live the journey sometimes. Roaming around places like a maze I could ever finish. Nor with the one I thought I could. From the phase of attachment, I’ve learnt the longing I could have for someone who just came into my life. I could feel oceans of for someone so quickly that my trust is unbreakable for them. For me, even their waves won’t destroy my boat as they have also felt something for me like I do.
Circumstances have been different. I’ve to deal with situations I never thought I’d be facing as it is a journey without hurdles. No, it isn’t. It’s the most impediment misery I could be in and still win it over. I have never started without preparations, so the first time when I thought about giving it a chance I packed all my feelings and sentiments, in a suitcase and vacated from my home. I drove an aeroplane the first time and crashed. Do you know how it feels when you be optimistic about dilemmas won’t get you the way but they don’t? It’s a feeling I thought didn’t exist. So when I was told that I wasn’t a satisfactory guest, I was heartbroken. Depression locked me in a dark room filled with sorrow. After a year I opened the door again thinking now I’ll visit places I didn’t like and still live in them. I spent a million on materials and never bothered about the place. I lived in lodging which was somebody’s property and finished it.
A human when thinks that his actions wouldn’t affect him but others, he is wrong. So was I. After destroying somebody’s dwelling I thought I would live in peace. I was miserable after I left. Again I locked myself up in a room. This time I wasn’t feeling the darkness but the little satisfaction that I’ve conveyed my sentiments and then left it in a place which wasn’t possessed by me. I did this many times, every time I felt a little upset and then moderate. One day I felt like going to the Himalayas. So I packed my bag again, this time I loaded it with my sentiments, emotions and self-love. Halfway I covered it with bus and the other half I had to walk. Attachment began when I left my home vacant as before. The journey was long and I reached after a long time of endeavours but safely.
That was my last attachment and I never got detached. That day I was at the top ending and the view was worth every wondering I’ve ever left my home for. I stayed because everything from the start was beautiful. The journey was beautiful too.
So when I say love is like a journey I mean prepare yourself for it. Don’t try to hurry to the verge cause the path is important more than the end. Live it, put efforts and don’t ever forget to first love yourself.