The Juxtaposition Of Living And Loving

If living meant loving and loving meant hurting then why do we have to love in the first place, and most of all why live? If we are so self-cautious, why let it happen? Why not prevent it and put a stop before anything devastating and painful happens. So they say “Prevention is better than cure” if it is so then it is more suitable not to love to prevent the pain or much better to end life to prevent everything hateful and harmful at all. So many whys so many sighs. We live, love, and laugh, and this triumvirate are the glories of life. But in every aspect there’s lies a juno, a yang, a black swan, always an evil twin exist. 

When we love we become happy but at the same time we also feel pain, sorrow, and grief. They are inevitable, they walk side by side juxtaposed with the other sometimes one getting past the other. But if we don’t live we wouldn’t learn love, and if we don’t love we won’t experience pain, and if we don’t feel the pain then we will not be open to the fact that the world does not only offer smiles but also and more often that not deceitful wiles. 

Pain is inevitable and it was never a choice, but suffering is an option and we choose to live with it the most. Do not be imprisoned in your own shadows but get loose and welcome a life of many tomorrows. Pain is not always negative or destructive. If one day you had a trip down to memory lane don’t be bothered with the tears and even a tinge of pain for even if we surpassed those hardships and moved on, we are only human and we still mourn. We need to be hurt for us to grow, and when we grow we will know that the pain we once had is now a learning we could always look back. True enough life is a bed of roses only those roses are showered with thick, long, and pricking thorns. If we once prick ourselves with these thorns, don’t feel shattered not even demise for sometimes we have to feel the pain to open our minds to the greater beauty of life.

Image: The Notebook

Poem: You

   You make me question my decisions

   You make me unravel the past

   You make me feel regret

   You make me doubt my love

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Pride and Prejudice

Poem: Amidst It All

   Standing here firm and strong 

   I stood tall throughout the storm 

   I was your shoulder when you battled pain 

   When she left you stranded in the rain.   

   Don’t be sober please stay strong

   I will catch you if ever you fall  

   But I hope my dear that you could see 

   That all this time we were meant to be.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Mr. Nobody

Poem: Apathetic lover

   We grew up loving each other

   Never a day apart

   Happiness altogether

   Sadness has no place in our hearts.

   Then you saw someone new

   And I learned to hate you too.

   What happened to the love that drove us together?

   Was it the anchor that tore us apart?

   Was there too much love?

   Too much that we grew tired of it.

   I never prepared for this to happen

   Because it never crossed my ever brilliant mind

   You have always and always been there

   And the thought of your absence pains me

   What more on the day of losing you.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Wuthering Heights 1992

Poem: This Life Isn’t Ours To Own

   We were running the same route one step at a time, 

   parallel to each other, 

   side by side following the rhythm of the other. 

   We tried to make it spark

   but it wouldn't work out. 

   We loved one another like no other 

   but circumstances are pulling us away from each other.

   What we had is bad timing…really bad timing.

   Maybe today isn’t our time. 

   Maybe this life isn’t ours to own. 

   Maybe someday, sometime in a different dimension 

   Where that two oceans finally meet 

   I hope we would find our way back to each other 

   and finally be together.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Wuthering Heights 1992

Predestined Caricature Of Intimacy

   I breathe these living lines that pierce my beating heart

   And every page of these tattered books I keep

   The letters stab every ounce of me.

   With these sea of words that swarm their way around me

   It seems that I am a part of you and as you are of me,

   That we cannot do anything but to live along with this

   Predestined caricature of intimacy.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll
    Image: Jane Eyre 1996