So much to say, so I guess lets start with what I feel closest to me now. The feeling of being appreciated and loved. A feeling which not many individuals are able to feel, sadly. A friend mentioned that she has never knew the feeling of loving someone till she gave birth to her baby. I couldn’t help but feel sad hearing that. Alhamdullilah I first understood the feeling of love, not by some guy out there. But rather from my own flesh and blood. The love my siblings and parents showed me was enough to etch the true meaning of love in my head and heart. Strangely, my cat was also a contributing factor to this feeling of love I have come to understand.
Don’t get me wrong, all my previous relationships does hold some meaning at some point. But mostly, the feeling of a wasted investment concludes the whole situation. No love is worth the heartache and pain unless its for God and family. This school of thought has been further reinforced after going through some insightful experience with my pupils. The love of a mother for her child with a learning disability who is willing to leave her high paying job so that she is able to help her child. A child watching his mother battle terminal stage cancer. A child with slow (physical and mental) developments learning to like school after so much challenges. These events has taught me so much about love and the painstaking effort each of us take to love our family, love ourselves and even the heartache of losing love.
Sometimes love is all the nice words to a song. It is also all the tears we shed on our pillows in the secret of the night. It is also the control we feel to not break apart from life’s challenges. It is the warm tingle we feel when we hug our loved ones. The long whiff on our pets’ fur we take after a long day. The love we feel when we talk to God in our prayers. We might deny love at some point, but everyone will experience this feeling of love and come to love it. Its just a case of who and why.
