QurratulAin's World

Alas, love is not for the weak to endure, nor for the naive to understand.
Some lovers breathe into new life with every arrival and shatter with  every quiet goodbye, only to revive anew each time.
Others break within the same love, again and again; yet rise each time stronger, more deeply in love than before, held together by a love their hearts and souls refuse to let go of, even beyond the boundaries of life.
And a lover, in their truest form, is much like a mother: reborn with each new arrival, striving each day, quietly sacrificing pieces of themselves for the sake of a love they hold most precious.

I have been the listener
I have been the feeler

But I never listened to myself
I never let myself feel my feelings

I fear if I poured myself out,

it’ll be never ending,

for it’s been decades that I checked into myself

Looking at a screen,
You see a life you are not related to.
Looking outside, on your way,
You do not just see life in front of you
You hear, you feel,
You may even act or gain,
Allowing something to become part of your life.
The moments, big and small,
Either way, they truly mean something to you,
Or may even become a part of you.
The sights and sounds you find on a screen
How can they be real to you?
Can you touch them?
Can you gaze upon them as real as yourself?
Can you hear them the way you hear what is near to you?
How can something from which there is so little to gain
Be allowed to take up so much of your life;
So much of your sight,
Your touch,
And your hearing?
Look in front of you.
The life that matters is right there.
Embrace it and make it your best.
Let it be locked into the memory of your living brain,
Not into screens and memories that can be corrupted, where everything can be lost.