Harmonic Chaos

Harmonic chaos...
Pandemonious serenity...
Tranquil turmoil...

My mind is running a marathon; my heart pounding rapidly as it pumps blood to every cell in my body. My lungs gasp for breath as they absorb each molecule of oxygen, in hopes of fueling life. The endurance to keep the race alive, to keep going, is quickly leaving my side; some call it giving up. Why strive for the unattainable, when the unattainable is unbearable to attempt to attain? They say, "Reach for the stars", but what if the stars are out of reach? People write songs and poetry on love. How wondrous it is, how great love can be, and also how terrible it is, how wretched it has the potential to become. We write all we want on love yet when it knocks on our door, we haven't a clue as to who or what it is. Love is many a splendid thing that money can't buy, and love can take a toll on our souls, but how often can you look a stranger in the eye and say, "I know what love is."? You can't. Love is something that is forever learned, and although some may have a stronger grasp on the concept, no one can fully fathom it's greatness, it's abilities, and it's hurting potential. Like penicillin to an infection, love can cure all things, yet like a dagger to the heart, love can be more deadly a weapon than anything man could create. Happiness and joy many times are wrought from love, yet you hear of the destruction it can cause, and the damage it can do to a soul so fully lost in love, they've no means of escape.

There's a story of love found, love lost, renewed, and love found unattainable. When one was given love, into their hands, just handed on a silver platter, they dropped it upon the ground. Love shattered into pieces, taken away by the wind, and lost from their life, seeming for forever. Eventually Fate felt pity upon the broken hearted, and pieced together love anew, to the best it could, and gave it to the hurting soul. Sadly, no tale of mistreated love ends happily, and with renewed love, Fate had bestowed a love that was true, but a love that was not to be. A match made for heaven, but forbidden on earth. A love unattainable.

It is at this point where the broken hearted weeps its spell, and moves on. A point comes where happiness for the love-ee is of greater importance to the lover than a love returned, however sweet that might have been. It is this point where the lover learns what love is; where a lover finds that to love and not be loved in return truly is better than to never have loved at all.

With a saddened heart I wrote, and with a consoled soul I finish.

Harmonic chaos, pandemonious serenity and tranquil turmoil can live in peace; opposites must live together otherwise man would not know the good to the bad...

For without suffering, there could be no compassion.