Saturday, January 13, 2007

Desert of Love

When someone tells me how they just broke up with their gf/bf I say to them:

Time to move on to the next oasis in the desert of love.

I think finding love (true love) is the hardest thing to do in this life. People have become too conditional and practical.

In the old days when trading caravans used to cross huge desserts they used to cling to the support provided by various oases along the route. A dried oasis or a slight divergence from the route could result in a long drawn out life and death struggle which was more often than not won by the desert.

The same way in life if we wish to cross this great desert we need to find some comfort or love along the route. In the beginning we have our parents/siblings to provide us with that comfort.
As we move along into the deep desert (start making our own way in the world) we come across various pools of comfort and love.

But sometimes things go terribly wrong and we end up hating the word 'love'. It taints us for life but we have no choice except to move on. To keep searching for the next oasis hoping that we are not lost in the ever-shifting sands of despair. Because to stay still means giving up on 'love' and loosing all hope.