Uninvited guests

We are all walking on the same paths in the present, often seeking to hold on to the trails of the past which have treaded the same route. We struggle to accept the changes that the present brings, as the essence of the past still infuses through. When someone leaves us, their soul lingers on and projects their once existence through the presence of other people, physical places and material objects which carry the fading fragrances of that person.

How long does this last? Is a soul with us forever or do we replace their existence with time? Death is often embraced with resistance as we fear the pain it brings us in its immediate consequence. However, the longer times passes, we learn to accept and learn to live on. This learning is what's hard. Do we perhaps need a school where one is taught how to handle death? Sounds ridiculous doesn't it? 

Let's flip the coin and talk about love then. Another uninvited guest that steps into our life and we are not often ready for it. How is it then that we welcome love with open arms and inhale the emotions it brings with it? It's pleasurable, tickles you and you like it. Is it always good for you though, does the love you feel, feel back? If you are not loved back, you actually feel dead, just not buried. If the love you feel is single handed, well you are alone. This solitude can be compared to the feeling of death as one dies alone! If true lovers are united, they give birth to a new body and death removes the existing body. So ultimately love and death produce similar emotions, yet the world rejoices love and mourns death. Love and death are both eternal but death is definite with no expectations. Love inspires expectations, which if not met leads to a dark beauty you only day dream about.  

The common factor between both guests is the soul. You miss the physical being after death but the soul still remains and this soul is what you actually love. Being in love requires more than one soul and if one of those souls is alive but absent, well the agony this produces can be paralleled to the end of life.

Forgive me my romantic lovers, I intend no distress. I have loved and not been loved back! I have loved and been loved back! I have mourned death and hurt more when not loved back. All the guests have dwelled in me and I have simply improvised as best as I can...