A Story...

".....In the ancient Tibetan tradition, a wind horse known as 'lung da', a beautiful steed was regarded as a sign of happiness and good fortune (symbolized by the jewel on its back). The image of the wind horse is used on prayer flags in households. The movement of the flag by the wind sets the horse in motion, carrying prayers for happiness and good fortune in various directions...."

"Is this story talking to me? Will this help me solve my problem? ", He thought....Events of the past few days, have taken their toll on him. Whatever he did...whatever he read, brought back her memories. He had many answers to seek.

In the heat of the moment, he felt her indifference was a sign of a battle with her that he needed to win. He was carried away in figuring out how to put the blame on her for things that went wrong. She did not love him anymore. Her ambitions and impressions of life were different. She did not like someone bursting her bubble of  artificial truth.

It is important to realize that we create our storm, and our sunshine. Love is what remains after beauty has passed. Love is not the same as admiration. Love is growth, love is evolution, love is a lesson, love is in allowing and is in granting others to be...what they wish to be... 

He closed his eyes, he wanted to push her memories away. It was hard to separate himself from her thoughts. They were united into a single soul...to dance together forever. Life gave him a chance to seek his companion, and to push her away...will only hurt him. Was there any love left? Is this a story of love?           
                         

Therefore, it shall exist...as a story, a story to live with...without any love in it.                    
                               

"Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh."  - Genesis 2:24