Love? Or Somethin Like It ?

Aint love the most wonderful thing in this world? To love and to be loved...
Damn no. It hurts man. Freakin hurts a lot. The sad part is...you know you cannot blame anyone. Not even yourself. The problem essentially lies in the fact that when it is there...it is just there. Just cant do anythin to forget it.
Its a disease of the mind. And like all other diseases of the mind, the best possible course of action is acceptance.
Sometimes its just enough to know that you are capable of handling love. And its not really THAT complicated.

An End

All the leaves,
Have fallen down...
As time passes
So do things pass...
And such is life
That all good things
Must come to an end.

An Observation

Ever observed how a mosquito tries to go near a human in an effort to bite even though it knows its chances of survival are 50-50. It knows that if it does not take that chance then its kind will not survive. Thats the drive to live.

Fear

"I know that I am not a coward. I will always keep going. Although I am so frightened that i can hardly think, yet I am going on to do this thing. There was never any question of not going or of turning back. I would rather die than turn back. Turning back never enters into it. It would be easier if it did. I would have prefer to have to fight that than to have to fight this fear."

Happiness???

What would your answer be if someone asked u the question:
Are You Happy?

I would say the present world is a very dissatisfied and an unhappy world. Im sure anyone can see it. We just have to look around and we see a lot of discontented people. People who are not happy. In this struggle for survival, somewhere people have lost the basic ability to look back and appreciate life.
People seem to derive happiness from having material acquisitions. It seems happiness is direct and proportionately equal to the quantity of items possessed. But its obvious that such material things only fulfil temporary needs.
To be happy is to be truly free from all mental boundaries.
I would say i am happy. Not because i dont have any problems, not because i am misunderstood, not because i am perfect, not because people hate my guts. I have problems, i am misunderstood all the time, people hate me and i am totally imperfect in every way. I am just happy because i have learnt to accept this.
Finally its in our hands whether we want to change ourselves or not. And its in our hands to accept truths about ourselves.