In the name of Allah Most Gracious Most Merciful.
Love is a torturous noun, verb and adjective.
It is 12:37am and I should be sleeping. But, as usual, I just want to get this thing out of my chest. Here’s my thoughts on love. It is not a torturous thing, because it will be a misnomer. It is a torturous noun, verb and adjective altogether.
When you fell in love with something, it is very hard to do justice on that action. The act of loving something is very very difficult. If you love your mom, sometimes you need to sacrifice in order to justice on that act of loving that you are doing. You might not be able to serve and be there for her 24/7, but your absence is part of loving her. You love with dnt, yet it is very torturing when you need to put aside your lack of strength, energy being and somehow figure out to go to that one meeting, or seeing the people you need to see.
It is a torturous noun because sometimes it is very difficult to get grasp of it. Your interest, your thoughts, your ambitions are love yet it is very very very difficult to figure out and to understand what it is that you love. Economics and politics and the field around them are love yet it ain’t easy to figure them out.
It is a torturous adjective because sometimes it comes uninvited when it shouldn’t even be near you.
Throwback to Winter 2016 in Scotland after hiking. Macam kak Sarah ckp, “we nailed winter body”
Now playing: One Day At A Time
“So let’s sit by an English river
‘Til the water runs dry”