hearts and pieces

The one who could not be saved

Here is a story about a boy and a girl. The girl had never loved; the boy was to be lost. It started out like any relationship in the 21^st century; first an invite (facebook) then a connection (Skype), and then a spark (love). Questions ran through her mind.  Is it possible that he might be the one to make it true? Can this be the love I have always feared…could I one day be strong enough to feel and lose?

I had never seen him before and yet he had seen me; sometime in the past as kids we had met and he was the one who remembered everything. For once her normally perfect memory failed her for she could not recall a face…could not even ascribe a name or personality. And yet she allowed herself to accept the fact that he was not a stranger, because she wanted him to be a friend. Many times in life we meet someone that makes us feel happy but only rarely do we meet someone that makes us feel true….someone that makes us feel special that we are who we are. Some would later on call them acquaintances, others would say they are friends…but as far as faith goes I like to refer to them as the ones ‘to be saved’.

Trying to find a boy you like is like trying to guess which is the best book on a shelf by observation; at first we notice the fine edges and then we admire the title, but we still do not know what this book contains…still cannot be sure of its reliability as an interesting piece of work that would make our time and money worthwhile. And then we dare to read the writer’s review at the back. At first we lightly surf through the summary albeit a bit curious. And then we read it closely, this time paying more attention to hints about the book’s nature and uniqueness. In many ways this is what many would use to judge the book in finality. But with me, it is the comments of other notable figures at the bottom (such as newspaper bodies, famous authors, and outstanding media figures) that would eventually serve as my final basis of judgement….that would be the key to making my choice.

Like a book, every person has an outline. The fine edge of the book’s spine are what keep the book together in much the same way as our bodies are what enhouse us and make us functional. In the same way a book has designs to make it attractive so also do people have faces that will serve to set them apart from others and make them look more or less striking. The many pages of a book are like the many colours of our personality. You can act in so many ways and yet still be one character, one individual, one person, one heartbeat. In much the same way a book has so many themes but one distinct plot; one conclusive ending.

One can love a thousand times but never understand. Because like a rainbow love is a perfect beauty as it is a rare complexity. But you cannot touch a rainbow and you can never hold one down. Yet you believe that it is a rainbow because you can see it. You admire its existence though you cannot guarantee its longevity. Trying to comprehend love is almost as impossible as attempting to chase a rainbow.#

Duby