The perspective of a wandering mind

What is love? A question often asked by almost all of us, and more often than not, asked by the same individual at different stages of his/her life. Is love the connection we feel when we look at someone for the first time and have butterflies in our stomach and palpitations in our heart, or is love the feeling of calmness and peace when we look into the person's eyes for the first time? Is love the connections we make with a person, which lead us to have expectations from them or is love the bonds we make with people who are no longer living wherein there is no scope for any expectations? Is love the feeling of closeness with someone who is far away, or is it the feeling of feeling distanced from someone who is in front of us? Is love the laughter and smiles we wear when we think about a person, or is love the tears that roll down our cheeks when we think about another heart? Is love seeing a smile on your face when you look into the mirror, thinking of someone else, or is ...

I sat down and for the first time decided to write something. I realised it'd been a while since I had an inceptional thought and I just came to the realisation that my mind was bereft of any  thoughts. When I brokedown my system of thinking, the roots of my thoughts, I realised that I've lost quite a large range of emotions which were responsible for me to see things the way I did before. Have I changed? And if I have, is it for the good or the bad? We all come across people who look us in the eye and say, "You have changed!" A statement quite often made and rather quite easily and to  be honest, I've used the expression just as often as everybody else. This got me thinking. What makes us change? The flow of thoughts, emotions and perspectives are so easily influenced and so easily modified by the people we surround ourselves with. We either change for the good or the bad. But who decides if we have changed for the good or bad? Friends, parents, siblings? The...

How often have we heard the sentence, "you'll get over it", in various phases of our lives, may it be with respect to our family, love, or our situation and our circumstances. But what does one mean when they make that statement? Do they mean that we will finally reach a time and place where the thing we were fretting about or the thing that was disturbing us no longer affects our day to day activities in anyway? I think that it's not true at all. In my perspective, I feel there's never getting over anything, I think we just learn to live with it! I feel there's a huge difference between the two. If I said that I was over something, it would mean that I am not at all affected by it, and that it does not alter or affect my thought formulation and perspective, which I think is never possible. Every single element of life leaves an impact on us, may it be good, bad, or ugly. That people change in various ways as they walk their paths of life is a living proof tha...

There often comes a time in one's life where they have to choose what the world wants over what they want in the sense they have to choose a path which gives more happiness and peace to the world that to the individual himself. I often wondered why any individual irrespective of age or sex have to choose a path in which they know for sure is not the path they would choose for themselves, why is it that they choose another's happiness over theirs? Do we as individuals owe anything to this world by being born into it? The minute we are born, from that very second, our moral obligation to love our family begins. As we grow and mature, we make bonds of frienship, love, hatred and most importantly, we create a bond with ourselves which grows to be the fuel in our lives and nurtures us eveyday. Of all these bonds, a bond of love is always sudden in its onset, like how a mother knows for sure she will love nothing more than her child the minute she hears it's first cry, a father r...