Grief and love intertwined? Yes that's true. But I guess there's one more thing that Matters. That is, Effort. What is there to grief and love about when one can't hold onto love or friendship completely, truly, honestly and purely? When they expect love from someone, When they themselves lack in effort. Lack in understanding the words of others. Without genuine effort, love can wither and die. Empty words and promises, devoid of action, can lead to disappointment, resentment, and ultimately, grief. 

Feeling grief but at what cost? 

One must feel grief in depth. To know what is to feel, to become someone when one's in grief. And yet again, when there's no love there's no grief.

So, a human must know Love. And feel it. Without fear of falling apart or regretting afterwards. 

Love is pure, lust isn't. 

 A wistful sigh escapes my lips as I ponder over the ephemeral nature of existence. No matter who crosses my path, no matter how my life changes drastically. In the end, somehow I find myself standing amidst my own chaos. I feel like I am a prisoner of my own essence, forever bound by the chains of my identity. Yet, I want it the way it is and I can't go back or become something else. Despite everything, I've to stand firmly on my feet even when the life Knocks me down, I'll rise again, supported by the hand of Almighty. The world is just an illusion. I must endure the challenges of this world, knowing everything is temporary, and the true fulfillment lies beyond. 

Reality or Illusion? 

There are some times when you question yourself. You question your existence. Why can't I stay like this forever? Just a child with no worries. 

Why do I have to live for so long? Even tho in the end everything feels so short. Time runs like the sand grains leaving your hand. 

What is there that I don't understand? Or the problem is in understanding everything?

Why there are some moments where you feel that you've lived this before? Déjà vu I wonder? Why you connect to someone that you've just met as if you know them for so long? Were your soul connected to them before even the world existed? 

Why does it feel like you've witnessed something so unknown yet powerful in the eyes of a stranger? 

Why your heart and mind never let go of some memories? 

Why can't I escape my mind and myself? 

Why do you find the best people only to let go? 

Why can't you just stay alone in your life when you've to leave alone in the end? 

What is there that I don't understand? I repeat. 

Myself or this universe?