ive decided to fill the vortex with feeble words.. I still don't feel i should write anything on this post... but i've decided anyway... how do u measure what someone means to you.. how can you capture the butterfly effect of a million a billion instances.. intricately woven into the web of life... each string a memory... a fate... a destiny... each tug each bend decisions to be made.. courage.. to make them.. and to face the outcome... it seems impossible to explain.. to comprehend.. to understand.. but an attempt must be made.. what is human life.. lives... if not an attempt to understand why and what now...
every step you took, every mistake you made again and again and called yourself a fool for it and still went ahead an made it again.. every life you live simultaneously all those masques.. always changing.. always acting.. reacting.. never really just being.. you...
and it comes down to this... you cant measure a life.. a life you've shared.. a night a week a lifetime.. you just can't you can... as mr. rice put it so beautifully.. love.. thats all you can really do... love life... that'll teach you grown ups struggling with numbers.. measure in love...
how much you loved?.. how deeply.. how real was it... how much did it hurt.. was it worth it.. these are the questions you should ask... and you'll know... whats important.. whats impacted you.. who...
and then you can sit back one night.. half asleep not really awake and write about it.. names.. places.. memories.. etched forever in your life.. how will you be measured...? in love? will you match up...
will they say... he lived completely.. loved and hurt completely.. or...
thats all you need to know.. and.. and... then you can just be....
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!*
*cf: If, Rudyard Kipling
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i was wondering, why is any 'measure' important in the grand scheme of what we call love .. isnt it all about the unsaid and the understood. u really think .. that tug, that glance, that pull tells a story?
j... dont confuse measure wih measurement...
and i never said measure love i said measue a life.. a moment.. in terms of love..
and it does matter.. every moment counts.. we measure is in terms of what it means to you.. and as we can see, we all decide that ourselves...
The poem fits in so perfectly with the spirit of the post :) I'd forgotten this poem long back, and its nice to be reminded of the simple yet powerful words!
Unmeasurable, indescribable and uncomprehensible...such is the power of love.
Any 'measure' becomes important because love can make, or break your life....
So here we are then, finally at the end.
A parting of the ways, never to meet again.
We'll stitch up the wounds, and clean up the blood,
And eventually it will stop hurting.
But for now, melancholy is all.
And this life is but a shadow.
So what was it all about, this confusion and strife?
Why did the nightingale have to die?
Who built this wall between us?
And where will our fates now take us?
Your reflection in my minds eye,
Now from a funfair hall of mirrors.
The scorpion's sting and the lion's claw,
Made a real mess of us both.
I'm shredded and bleeding,
And you're full of poison.
And it's too late to turn back the clock,
The damage is already done.
How could we hurt each other so?
In time, will we regret?
Will my ghost follow you down the years?
Or will you soon forget,
And only think of me,
As one of those mistakes people sometimes make.
Will your memory dog my days?
Will you make me wish for death?
Will my soul survive your leaving?
One becomes two, separated forever,
And my heart screams at the loss,
And I'll scream for years.
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