Inspire by the love of life

elisya maranti

I am inspired by the love of life, its celebration, its sound its very existence. Not many contribute to the fact that in all circumstances of trial and trouble, it is the song that elevates us from all that attempts to bring us down. Song and the singing of it, brings us to that proverbial youth that we all crave for. Youth not in age, but in its metaphorical presence. In its proverbial form life is a giver of all that is required by the human. Peace, love, understanding and a completeness that eludes most of us during an entire lifetime. It is, I believe, imperative to express ourselves in our freedom, in our love, in our relationships - friends, acquaintances, relatives irrespective of how distanced they may seem. A few words of care and consideration, attention and interest gains for us … for us … that moment of great and immense satisfaction of having touched another being.
Many find it too intrusive to give in to such temptation, or perhaps too distanced. But a trial towards its completion would demonstrate to them how wonderful that feeling of sharing is.
At times we shudder at the fact, of perhaps giving in too much in an atmosphere which may not necessarily be desired by the other. But I would think otherwise. I would think that if such act were to be performed, the other would find it difficult to shun it, to do away with it, to perhaps shut it off halfway. It is after all a call of feeling that invites goodness in us all. Pushing it away would obviously convey that there is a problem with feeling well and considerate. Why would anyone in their senses want to flow with that …

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At most they would muster enough courage to speak out and say or accept that feelings of great love and care are not required. This in itself would sound odd and obtuse. It would demonstrate their own weakness and flaws. An aversion to such common feels is not something that would attract many.
Yet for those that fall into the angle of giving, know that, giving does not diminish anything in you. Indeed I would imagine it enhances your stature and strength. With such act you would only receive good will and nothing to the contrary. Giving without remembering would be the ultimate sacrifice for society. I would habitually find it difficult to remember when was the last when I gave. I could remember when I received, but not when I gave !!

I shall happily give you my moment of the day, but shall have a problem remembering it by tomorrow …
Does it really matter that we were unable to remember what had passed. I meet many on the sets of Elisya books, and it has been their reminders that make me think about that which I may well have forgotten. The fact that they remember it, is complimentary in a way. Forgetting it though, morally capable of scoring a point, is embarrassing for me ..  for many it is an act of pretense. So be it. My own conscience may have travelled …. not too far away … but even if it did, it would return to me when called for … and it would be called for the good, for honesty and for integrity !!! Of this one should and could be most proud of … I would certainly ..

Ponder over this … it may make some legitimate sense to some … and if it does consider yourself to be a part of a community that lives in minority … not many may possess the courage to accept the facts …
Good night …

Elisya Maranti