“Falling in love” — the most overused phrase when describing relationships and life

I love because my love is not dependent of a love object. My love is dependent on my state of being. I do believe in pure feelings, where we do not feel tied up to our partner or friends, it is free and we can feel deep inside a sensation of freedom, autonomy, soft as if we were flying, It is like walking on the air with my feet on the ground and the world smiles upon us.

Life is composed of phases, moments that are burned into our memory, and life goes by and does not ever come back: memories and recollections viewed. From birth, we walked toward death (certain death). Moreover, they say that “the only certainty in life is death.” A very interesting comparison of the run of human life was taken by someone who used the four seasons: Spring would behave from pregnancy to early childhood; summer, adolescence and youth; the fall would be the middle-aged; finally, through the winter, we would be facing old age, the decline and death. It is a poetic, beautiful, and obvious even to describe the stages of life for us all ways and love is always present.

What makes life worth living?

Beautiful sunsets and sunrises, sitting on a grass near a stream or singing with friends in college, the smell of homemade food, our first kiss, and the way you looked at me for the first time. This are moments I will cherish for my whole life. I still remember the way I felt watching the sunset in Ouro Preto city,  playing football on a sunny morning in Congonhas do Campo city with my brothers, or having a cup of coffee in a small coffee shop in Sao Paulo. I felt fulfilled at that moment in time cherishing those  simple things in life,  as  it makes me think about how wonderful life can be.

Why do we recall certain moments in our life? Is it the heightened feeling, ecstasy, or adrenaline that rushed within our blood vessels? I think it is a combination of all of it. Maybe the moment is a dream from a long time ago or a feeling of deja vu we sometimes experience unexpectedly. We feel like the time flies by before we even know it when we are enjoying ourselves. And I believe that is how every of our life should be. 

Love: transitive verb

Love is transitive when we need to complete ourselves, fill in the gaps of our being, it is deep feeling and it knows us entirely inside and out. When love passes us by is common to feel that chill down our spine as we try to translate it. But that feeling comes from something like if we knew the other person at a distant time.  Beforehand, we know that we have a deep bond, like a reunion of souls, divine mystery as life is itself. We cannot resist, struggle and try to escape, but that love will come wherever we are, wherever we go, and it comes after us.

Love disrupts and destabilizes us, it does not allow us to play games, nor any vanity forces cannot stop it and it does not resist any social artifice. It is democratic to blacks, whites, yellows and aliens, genders and beliefs.

We can try to flee, to cry, to scream, to smile and embrace, because we know we found a part of ourselves that was wandering around. We feel that something was sprawled within us and it took shape finally.

We have the freedom to do whatever we want. But we built obstacles for ourselves, money problem, anxiety in unfamiliar places, language issues, and countless problems we make upon our mind. How many times have you heard the phrase, “Oh, I would never be able to do that” that’s the problem we have. Conquer your mind, master your body, and fulfilled your spiritual life with purpose in life. That is the way and the only way to live a life worth living for and love unconditionally, without expecting anything in return; it is the full meaning of the word love…. ♥

“Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?”

 — Luís de Camões