Tangled Strings

hand and strings

I envy those who accept that “love comes when you least expect it”, for they truly are the lucky ones; the hopeless ones; innocent enough to trust in coincidences. And so let me give a cautionary warning to the believers of fate: Please discard this letter I’ve written if you want to continue unquestioning your strokes of luck, because what I’m about to say will reveal the designs behind the magic you see, and you’ll learn that the gleam in your eyes could also turn to tears…

You may believe that love comes when you’re not looking for it; that it happens naturally due to the workings of a clock that finally ticked in your favor; that by some sheer correlation between you and the right exact moment love had found you. But let my tell you my dear, that love is more complicated and more complex than a simple chance encounter…. someone somewhere had stopped praying for love a long time ago and instead have taken it upon themselves to become the creators of their own narrative and write you in it. Love came when you least expected, but trust me not for the person who found you.

Hopeless romantics want to believe that a higher prophecy had destined them with their love, that independent of all of the plans and schemes of life, this was “meant to be”. Unfortunately my darling, sometimes love is not a graceful gift from the gods bestowed upon you and your lover under the alignment of stars but rather the device of an illusionist who designed the right moment at the right time to make you fall in love. They have been actively plotting for the perfect ploy to make you believe that by no force other than the inevitable you two were destined. With such certitude conceived by a grand artist how can I blame you for believing in magic and serendipity and god and art and beauty?
So if you’re one of the lucky ones, then you’re now lucky enough to know that someone out there had designed your grand coincidence and somehow by some way I pray that you won’t be as despondent when the magic fades and all that’s left are tangled strings.


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  1. I believe that rather than wait for love to bestow upon you, you should make an effort to hold onto someone that makes you wholesome. Not everybody we encounter with can provide great sensual experiences, whether that be physical, mental, spiritual, or intellectually. At the end of the day, the right way to view love is to manifest in various ways in our lives. Many of us fall prey to idealistic love, the one where you endlessly search for the ‘perfect’ one, but in reality, this philosophical outlook produces an unfortunate outcome, which is to find someone to fully complete you, rather than find someone who becomes a missing piece of a puzzle in our lives, not the whole puzzle. Nevertheless, the pursuit of love becomes hopeless when you search to find someone to enrich you, while you’re not considering the absence of the love you have for yourself, perhaps that could be the reason as to why we call those who idolize love greatly yet delusionally hopeless after all. However, that doesn’t mean those who seek out love are cursed in some way, it’s just not everybody has the right way of looking at it, but as we encounter our adversities individually, we also learn from them. Love can come in different ways and colors, we just have to remember to count all the colors than focus on one, which is romanticism.

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