HUMAN LOVE VERSUS DIVINE LOVE

Is romantic love a perfect expression of affection or merely an addiction? This question intrigues many, as countless individuals find themselves captivated by its allure at some point in their lives. We often idealize romantic love, drawing inspiration from iconic couples like Romeo and Juliet, whose passionate connection resonates through time. Yet, reality frequently diverges from this ideal, particularly in cases of clandestine affairs or relationships that challenge societal norms.

The essence of romance is profoundly sweet, infusing our lives with meaning, joy, and a sense of completeness. To be desired and valued by someone brings unparalleled emotional fulfillment. In the throes of romance, the outside world fades away, leaving only the intimate bond between lovers.

However, the fragility of such relationships becomes evident in their high failure rates, illustrated by broken marriages and painful separations. The notion of true, perfect love often feels elusive. Perhaps perfection in relationships is fleeting by nature. Initial bliss can quickly give way to conflicts and complexities, transforming what once seemed flawless into a nuanced cycle of affection and discord.

An imbalance in love, where one party may love more than the other, frequently leads to resentment and turmoil. Such one-sided affection breeds jealousy, possessiveness, and emotional demands, slowly eroding the relationship. The aftermath of failed romances is often marked by profound pain, yet the allure of reconciliation remains, a testament to the deep emotional bonds we forge.

This raises the question, why do we persist in these tumultuous cycles? The answer lies in our human nature, a complex interplay of physical and emotional needs. Physically, we are driven by senses that shape our interactions. Emotionally, our souls crave acceptance and security. The fear of loss and rejection intensifies these attachments, resembling an addiction that grows stronger in the absence of reciprocation.

Yet, amid the imperfections of human love, there exists a call to seek a higher form of perfection. For many, this quest leads to faith and hope in a divine love that transcends human frailty. The love of God, as described in sacred texts, embodies patience, kindness, and enduring strength, a stark contrast to the volatility of human emotions.

In conclusion, while human love may falter, faith in divine love offers solace and a pathway to lasting fulfillment. As we navigate the complexities of romantic entanglements and emotional dependencies, anchoring our relationships in a love that transcends our imperfections can provide the stability and grace we seek.

WHEN I TURN FORTY

Is it really true that life begins at age forty?
On the eve of this turning, I woke to a story.
A streak of light danced on the windowsill,
Birds chirped a symphony, a morning thrill.

I blinked through the haze, to wake my eyes,
In the mirror, I greeted him with a big surprise!
“Who are you?” I whispered at the sight of me,
“Once a boy, a young man, what else to see?”

Now with sinewed arms, holding a family tight,
Gone are the days, once of a carefree delight.
Time rushed me past, I am still here, unbound,
Yet, I'm on the verge of something profound.
Forty loomed large, yet I sensed not a dread,
Wisdom whispered softly, “Live now instead.
Yesterday’s history, and tomorrow’s a dream,
Today’s a gift, therefore, let gratitude gleam".

I opened the window to a cool morning breeze,
Its sweetest embrace brought me to my knees.
Then a gentle face beamed from a crib nearby,
My one-year-old baby's pure smile, I passed by.

Just as I savored this tender moment to embrace,
Time’s tick-tock is telling me to quicken my pace.
The shower, the breakfast, the suit, and the keys,
A race against time, I handled it with much ease.

On my way was a melody as sweet as the dawn,
A song from my childhood, my innocence shone.
Clad in white, I sang it with a heart full of delight,
Tears flowed on my cheeks as I relived that sight.

Time rushes by, so quickly, yet memories stay,
Loved ones could fade, but never gone astray.
In the echoes of joy, in the warmth of the past,
There's beauty of living, because I hold on fast.

Age at forty is a tapestry where colors collide,
A lesson in strife, in victory, in joy, and in pride.
Simple moments, once lost, now shine bright,
A life I have been given, is a wondrous delight.

With eyes open wide, lost moments, I restore,
Life at forty's a challenge, and so much more.
I gather the fragments, the good and the wise,
In the grand fabric of time, the heart never lies.