Of love and loss…

There were other things on my mind as this year started off. There were posts I planned on writing for the start of 2010, the memories I want to relive as we enter a new year. Then again, I did say I do not believe too much in the whole new year deal. But again, I also know that 2010 is not like other years.

Things are different. Are they as I wanted them to be? Maybe. Maybe not. So much has changed and I do not even know how to put words to them. Some things just are not meant to be made public and some things just deserve all the light that one can shed on them.

New beginnings are always on people’s minds as was evident as a whole bunch of people went public (read: updated Facebook relationship status) with their personal life as of January 01, 2010. Some were super surprising. Some were expected. But all of them, for sure, are happy news.

The rough stuff. The loss of life in any form. I’ve noticed that one sad event is capable of throwing everyone into this vicious circle of uncertainty. We hope and pray with all our hearts when our hearts are sad and the mind just does not want to let go. Well, I hope we hope and pray.

But really, sad events do make you want to reach out. It makes you want to say your I love yous a lot more to people who exist in your life. I try to do that irrespective of a response. Some need to hear the exact words, for some a glance is enough. For some, a hug works wonders and for some, just the physical presence. I need all of the above. Well, ‘need’ would not be the correct word maybe but it does feel good. I would rather say I love it that way.

I love you.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity — love. And the story of a love is not important — what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity. ~ Helen Hayes

To love is not a passive thing. To love is active voice. When I love I do something, I function, I give. I do not love in order that I may be loved back again, but for the creative joy of loving. And every time I do so love I am freed, at least a little, by the outgoing of love, from enslavement to that most intolerable of master, myself. ~ Bernard Iddings Bell