Which is worse? An unrequited love or a forbidden one? Which pain is greater, knowing that she loves you but you two cannot be together, or knowing well you love her, but she does not? In my own naivety and inexperience I could only possibly offer you part of the answer.
Some say “better love (or loved) than never”. Some say “better not loved (or love) ever”. Most of us do know that love brings both pain and joy, to an extend that one cannot stand without the other; these two are two different sides of the same coin.
But even in a coin toss, it is rather quizzical to always getting heads, or tails to some. Even the odds are against my odds. What kind of luck is this? Or fate, to some people. Often I attribute things that I desire yet fail to acquire as simply, “not meant to be”. This seems to be a perfect justification to my failures, or simply, an easy escape from these unhappy turns of event.
Which is worse? To leave a fruitless ponder or enter a hopeful dream? For now, both are the same, both are despairing, to me.
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