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Been Thinking About.... A Heartache

There was a book entitled “Eleven Minutes” by Paulo Coelho and I found it very intriguing. I’m not promoting his book for, I haven’t read it to its last page. I only had an excerpt of it. Some of you may find this boring, but some may like it. I just want to share these insights with you. It can open your eyes, and be a believer just like me.
Some may say: "Love is a terrible thing that will make you suffer..."
All our life, we thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that’s a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free. In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.
"It hurts when we lost various men or women we fell in love with." Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it. People come and go.... leaving behind only a part of them.
An artist who left his art, a musician who left his music and a poet who left his poetry… Most people cry their hearts out over a person who just left them. We meet the person for a reason and spending time with him or her is another thing. Perhaps our role is to make that person laugh even for a week or two. And when the person leaves, we’ll be remembered forever because somehow we’ve made the person happy even for a short period of time. These people are free to come and go into our lives as often as they want to because we don’t really own them. Yet if we try to imprison them in our own world and make them our own, like a bird its feathers will lose its glow and they will turn ugly each day. The person is not meant to be caged but rather released in the arms of the sky, flying freely. And he/she will continue to shed its beauty and we, on the other hand will continue to admire it from a distance......

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