I read this somewhere and this is something which I might not be able to describe in words and that was "“Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame
. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white.”
Got any hint through it? All I can think of is passion. I was watching a season lately and that episode wasn't making me have my interest that much in focus until the man said to his girl, when she asked that why don't you love me with that passion, that rage that was with your ex-girlfriend. That man simply replied "Because passion is over-rated". Nicholas Spark said rightly,
“The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there's nothing to make it last.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Dear John
When you get obsessed with someone, you get obsessed not with their physical presence, but with their nature, with their talks and with their smile even? And thats the point, where you don't realize, that that obsession is making you go towards passion. And passion can easily destroy a person.
Passion should be in limits, but its passion. It has no limits. Passion gives your life that spark. Passion gives you that charm that makes you smile idiotically. Passion is passion. Did i just describe above LOVE? Well love is good. Bad. Worse. Depends on you. I just described the half way through of what passion is. When it comes to disappointment, one can easily take a sharp knife, well NO! NOT KNIFE, a blade or paper cutter and can easily cut their way through lives. Why they cut is going to be my next article. Anyways, they become freaks and they don't let others be nice to them. They destroy themselves slowly and slowly because they didn't get their passion the way they wanted. They didn't get the person whom they were obsessed with. They had to live without it.
In my opinion, passion has no boundaries. So one should remain within LOVE, but not get obsessed with it or maybe get obsessed with time, so that you don't atleast blame yourself for whatever happened, but the circumstance itself.
Written By:
Fakeha Ali
