There is No “Right Time” to Love

There is no “right time” to love: you either do, or you don’t.
~Mikavelli~

Recent observations and conversations with an array of people have lead me to discover how afraid our generation has become, especially when it comes to the people around us. We are so guarded against each other, so apprehensive of each others’ opinions and standpoints, so fearful of us turning against each other at the snap of a finger. But is this really the case?

We often feel like we’re the only ones with the thoughts we have, the only ones with the experiences we have, the only ones with the emotions we share and the demons we fight. What if I told you that all of us, at our own times in our own lives, have similar emotions, demons, thoughts, perceptions, but that we have learned to project them onto different principles? We are all fearful: some of us fear political instability, some of us fear war, some of us fear love, some of us fear being alone. We are all conflicted: what is right, what is wrong, should I stay , should I go?

Scared of falling? Spread your wings. Scared of being alone? Call your friends. Scared of your thoughts? Express them. Scared of rejection? Become irresistible. Scared of success? Slow down. Scared of failingRedefine your standards. Scared of happiness? Embrace it. Scared of pain? Do something with it.

Being fearless is a choice, and for most of us, seeing is believing. Well why not see how fearless you can be? I dare you.

We are all in this together. We are united. In our fears, in our conflicts, we rise. And with that unity and consent, ultimately, there is love.

We tend to be with (or surround ourselves with) those we aspire to be, but our generation is so fixated on “being ourselves” that we end up being with ourselves, feeling alone, feeling as if there is no one to fight with us. Not for us, not against us, but with us. We have become so fearful, so driven with insecurity and the self-perpetuated view of failure that we don’t even know success when it’s staring us in the faces. We are so clouded by our inner conflicts that we do not see the victory that is already before us: love conquers fear. To love is to overcome our insecurities. To love is to overcome our limitations. To love is to overcome our boundaries.

There is no “right time” to love: you either do, or you don’t.

Peace,
Mikavelli

(Personal story: On how love conquered fear for me)

Passion Colours Everything

When passion colors everything
The songs I sing, from way out there to deep within
The face I wear behind my grin
The price I’ve paid for my original sin
Everything.
~Poets of the Fall~

Passion, that’s all there is to it. No more, no less.

One can talk about absolutely anything they want, regardless of the category or topic, but what matters is the presentation – how the ideas are constructed and delivered. Many mistake passionate people for “pretentious” and “elitist,” and though at times we may appear to be so, it is no more than a superficial interpretation of a “persona.” In reality, if the content of each conjecture could be heard and understood, any conversation can expand and become something bigger, greater. Abstract conversations are not limited to the “elitist” but rather they attract Passion. Passion does not necessarily entail having a broad range of knowledge or research. It does not mean only understanding one category of knowledge and compartmentalising conversations: passion is being able to talk about anything, even with limited knowledge, because it comes from the heart. It is real, and though passionate people often mask their passions with heavy diction and academic language, it is merely a front to defend the vulnerability of the “heart” and its corresponding  “emotions.”

Ideas and thoughts are intangible, but expressing them in ways that are tangible is like watching abstracts manifest into something concrete, allowing them to sink into reality and become a part of our essence of existence. Tangible expressions – written or spoken – make their mark in history and whether or not they become revolutionary in a macro scale, still stand to make a difference: they make a difference to how another may perceive an idea, and if one is equally passionate, that passion then becomes inspiration and blooms into something bigger. As these conjectures come together and formulate into a larger reality, they become a theory, which can be analysed and discussed.

Passionate people often migrate together and exist in a world of their own construction: this is not to say that passion is only fueled by the existence of others’, rather when passion is combined it explodes into a beautiful spectrum of colours. When one has passion suppressed into the subconscious, being surrounded by others who share the same passions can render a dynamitic effect whereby each strand of inspiration becomes a concoction of theories and definitions. The beauty of theory is that it can be interpreted as subjectively as desired, and only strengthened by facts and evidence. An opinion is meaningless without a firm basis.

Theorising with a group of people enables one to expand horizons and develop new perspectives, but solitude renders introspection. Passion is appreciating ones own thoughts, allowing them to grow, and thus embracing the moments where introspection and expression collide and meet halfway. Passion is motivation, it is inspiration, and it is tangible if you know how to reach for it. Sometimes inspiration takes the shape and form of a book or a quote; other times it takes the form of a song or a smile, but passion is the most beautiful when it takes the shape of another being – another human entity.

That moment when she’s sitting right across from you and your eye meets hers, that’s when you feel it. That’s when you’ve incepted her into your reality.

And in that moment, you start to wonder if you are ready for this intensity, this impact. At first, it’s exhilarating and scary, then it solidifies and becomes less volatile. For once, it is almost like watching Passion stare you in the face screaming “you’ve reached it.”

Then all that is left is infinity: an infinity of ideas and possibilities.

What if you 
Could wish me away 
What if you 
Spoke those words today 
I wonder if you’d miss me…
~Joshua Radin~