As long as you live, may you always remember that you were never born to love, rather you were born to save yourself. We are not capable of affection even if we think we are, because what sustains us is the belief that we, as humans are never complete, and in the back of our minds we never wish to be, but it’s surprising how easily we assume that someone can complete us.
We’re spread across all of the island, some on the cliffs, others on the shore. Sometimes we wish to catch, other times, fall.
But we can never love.
When we think we love someone we are simply tempted, that we are able to accept their differences, and we hope that they do the same for us. We connect because we suffer or we have suffered, we connect through the similar miseries and sorrows.
But no, we can never love.
Affection is misery. It is a surrender. But in its completeness, affection is non-existent.
But affection, in its own true non-existent self may have been able to hold us. We are, but little pieces of this and that, and what holds us is the road we cover, the chances we take, the breath we hold back, the rest that we skip, but once it’s all over, we’d still like to think that we are in an island, falling like Icarus from the cliff, or standing on the shore, arms open, like the saviour we think of ourselves to be.
But only in the fraction of moments do we realize that our purpose, if any, doesn’t lie in either of the places, but rather in moving away, far far away from the island itself.
-Anushruti Adhikari (अनुश्रुति अधिकारी )
Though we try to move away from a forgotten island we sooner or later find a island which we wish never leave, we crave for love all the time.
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