Of Optimism

I've had my share of learning, maybe not of the Romeo and Juliet kind but yeah, I've shed my tears. I am not sure I'd care very much to put it all in words, not that anyone would really be interested to know if I did. This is what I know now though, only love lasts as a motive for any good we want to do. Love enables us to die for others, love spends itself for another. 


I cannot think of love with a shadow of the fear, the expectation, or even the slightest notion of getting hurt behind me. Much as I will admit to the highest probability in it, I will not let hurt set its foot at the door of love at the same time that I do. I have decided, years before, that when I love, I will love, period. I will embrace it like there is no time to wait and all I have left is now. There will be no conditions, there will be no restrictions. I only have myself to offer anyway, I've got nothing more. If I lose that, then God have mercy on the one who loses it for me. As for me, I have survived this way for the past years, not necessarily unscathed but still with my head on my shoulders and my heart in my hands. I still manage to wake up in the morning with the hint of a smile, as if that in itself is the best thing that could happen to me today.


Call it naive, and let it be my greatest fault.