The light that illuminates this blip of an existence

That's the longest of all my titles! But what i am going to write in this post is rather simple, yet so true, which anyone who has found true love will readily agree with. I think i read this in the book '3001, the final odyssey': "for ordinary mortals, only two things matter, love, and death". And though death is unavoidable, love is not. But it's better not avoided.

Again, as i have mentioned in an earlier post titled "tag line", love can lead to considerable anguish and heartache. Those feelings should also be experienced, otherwise one's probably missing a part of human existence. But the icing on the cake of life (if we can call it that, for probably at some level everyone, even the poorest person alive, extracts some form of enjoyment from life), comes when one finds the proverbial "true love", and it's reciprocative.

As many philosopher's have told us throughout the ages, the trick to enjoy life to the fullest is to live in the present. Both remembering all things past and contemplating about the unseen future weighs one down. And the present is never so beautiful, as it is when this happens. Life's bubble, which may burst anytime, is never so full of colours. Prof. Dawkins may be correct when he says that we are but machines designed (in an evolutionary sense) by the genes to carry them, and all these feelings merely facilitate the perpetual existence of the immortal genes. But what they heck, we are but mortals. "Aajo nitya saswatohayan purano, na hanyate hanyamane sarire", that's how the immortality of the soul is described by a 'shloka' as compared to the mortal self. I don't believe in souls, but i may as well use the same definition for this feeling of love. It was there, before we came, it will be there, long after we are gone. A cold desolate stretch of space will love the warmth of starlight passing through it. The tired weary traveller will love the first sight of his destination. The farmer will fall in love with the smell of parched earth moistened by the first drops of rain. It is a feeling that gives rise to elevated thought, free and unsullied by baser human emotions. All forms of art owe a major part of their existence to this feeling. So, just enjoy while you can!