hearts and stories

i just had unusual stories and experiences for a particular day.

it's funny that there are affairs of the heart and mind that take us to places and modes of existence that we never expect. they open us to many possibilities: of telling the whole world our outrageous feelings. or, on the other hand, placing all those emotional reactions to subtlety, so subtle that you cannot but tell a few about it.

some would make ways and provide means. yes, means that would exert so much effort, but for the believer, it would be effortless, as long as there are things that drive one to do them. but then, there are those pushed back by social pressures, by the fear of rejection, by the fear that they might make the wrong move, or they have made the wrong move. who they want to know, what they want to happen, could no longer be. but these others believed that there is a spark of hope. there is, indeed.

and then there were those who cannot respond. who just cannot but say "why me?," "why now?," "why were things done that way? could they have changed?"

but then, these were left unanswered. probably, for them, it would be better to leave them unanswered and still go on with reasons that reason cannot even logically understand. love suffices.

truly, it IS! i AM! you ARE!

go figure.