That Feeling

So intense it consumes your whole being, so pervasive it reaches to the depth of your soul, so persistent it promises to be everlasting, so blinding you see nothing else and believe nothing else, so strong it breaks the most powerful of us. So convincing we swear to it’s divine origin. Yet it is just a feeling, the strength of it has no bearing to it’s authenticity, it is as fickle and ephemera as they come, no bearing on reality and the things that matter. A deceptive feeling with a cunning agenda. Inconsistent like the mist in the early hours of the morning, evaporating before the day even begins. Where does it come from and where does it go when it’s non illustrious task is completed?

Yet we kill for it, we burn for it, we plot for it, we lie for it, we sacrifice for it. We sing, we write, we dance for it. We crave it, we long for it, we yearn for it, we beg for it. We are addicted to it, yet it is nothing, all hot air, empty of anything worthwhile. Flauting and puffed up, pretending to be something important and of relevance, yet it is just a lame phenomenon that we human have been plagued with, the curse of being a human being, to seek the love that is unsustainable that does not last or give anything near what it promises. In the same manner, it deceives the heart of the common man it also deceives the eminent ones. It holds the heart hostage with it’s facade of seriousness. A lier that makes the loudest of noise, pounding the heart as if it is up to some worthwhile good, yet producing nothing of long term value. An irresponsible and irreverent feeling, according no regards to established order and norms, uprooting and disturbing everything in it’s path for it’s 5 minutes of fame.

Yet how bland, lacklustre and tasteless life will be without this feeling!