Counting The StarsA hour ago, I was talking to a man about life and love when he asked me: Am I afraid to love? How do I see and feel love?
I said...I'm like the water on the ocean, the waves that wants to touch each grain of sand, wants to live intense and feels a lot and love a lot.
The are many kind of loves, they are all like empty shells, in various shapes and consistencies, shells found on a „lonely“ long walk and when someone finds yours, it is as if a pearl just grew in the shell and makes you forget the darkness and loneliness, it gives the vision of a new sun and moon, it flowers your world with colorful traces. But as some fragile shells, someday hearts can get broken, which makes people to be afraid of loving again. I have felt like this before and I know it hurts, but life came to be lived, and if one day the pearl ends up getting stolen, then one thing you can be sure: The shell gets fragiler, but you will not die and when you least expect another pearl is born and you will have someone to lean on your side and count stars with you again. Love is „silly“, but wonderful, each heartbeat, each butterfly, each counted star is worth it.
Of course, each one of us can choose to leave the shell open or to hide it, those who choose to hide to avoid the pain, is it the right choice? It wouldn’t be for me. I prefer to have the chance to count the stars till dawn and at the end of my life, have a necklace of memories to tell.
When I love, then I love the size of love, of the ocean, of the world, of the universe...I love deeply.