No matter how hard I try to be a neutral person, the one who is affected by nothing, I end up being hurt. I have tried and failed miserably not to be hurt by friend and foe alike. The ppain which begins with a few words and ends up in a torrent of tears. Whether the words were meant to be arrows or not, they pierce the senses nevertheless. I make my self understand, and hope that the tears will lessen the hurt, but it still does.
Khalil Gibran, the great Lebanese poet, has said that hurt and sorrow creates an emptiness. But we can fill ourselves with joy only if we are empty. So I let myself be vulnerable to hurt, to love, to life. I want to experience everything. The pain of harsh words, the crushing feeling of betrayal, the softness of a childs kisses, the sensuality of a lover's carress, the anger of helplessness... Everything... Cause I know only when I am empty, will I be filled and overflow. What we choose to fill ourselves with defines a successful life. So I embrace the tears, for the Sun of love and joy awaits me on the otherside of this night.
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