If you ever thought everything ends in dismay, or perhaps sorry will bring this world down, or that pain is all around, then I'd suggest that you go the the ARRIVAL section of an Airport. It's quite the exotic place. You know, Mother picking up her child arrives from college, Father being received by his sons because he was out on a official tour, parents being received by their son and daughter-in-law after they arrive from a world tour. Wives picking up their husbands, Husbands picking up their wives, Boyfriend picking up his girlfriend, and so on.
Everyone has their own stories, some sweet, some mad, some angry, some hurtful, some quite variant in their nature to that of everyone else. But of it all, they ALL have one thing in common. That's love. The love that they feel for each other, the love that has made them come to this arrival section, to pick up their dearest ones, the ones they longed for so long.
You know, that son wanted to go to a law school and well there was a lot of fuss about him going there between him and his parents. If one saw them then, they'd think they're a wrecked family! The father is quite so never around because of his business trips, their family always has this huge vague in their circle, and the only fill for it is 200 Miles away! The parents who went on the world tour, well they were about to have a divorce, they filed it, but their son and daughter-in-law suggested they got for a world tour, just another way to give another chance to their relationship. That wife who went to pick up her husband? Yeah, he was away for serving his nation and they hadn't met for 8 months now. The couple, that'd be the boyfriend and the girlfriend, the always fought ... it got quite so gruesome if you ask me at a point.
But at that moment, then and there, it didn't matter. Because everyone's sad story had a happy ending to it. Well maybe not happy ending, but definitely a moment of spark that mattered. But one would be quite surprise to notice that love, actually never quite runs out, or gets wasted. It's there. Always. You just have to find it. In the billionth of fights, only one kiss really matters. That's the one that fixes all of the problem. You can see that when you're standing at the airport. Everyone is just so excited to have their loved ones back in their lives. Maybe they'll go home and fight, maybe wait for another few days and fight, or maybe just fight in the drive back home. But they'd know, they have found those loved ones they can fight with.
And at the end of it all, if you ever feel sedated by sorry, think of the Arrival section of an airport. And make the person you're tired of come through those gates. It works. I tried it. Love never leaves you alone. Even when you're the only feeling it. :)And if you really look at it. It's easier to say hellos, then goodbyes. <3
But at that moment, then and there, it didn't matter. Because everyone's sad story had a happy ending to it. Well maybe not happy ending, but definitely a moment of spark that mattered. But one would be quite surprise to notice that love, actually never quite runs out, or gets wasted. It's there. Always. You just have to find it. In the billionth of fights, only one kiss really matters. That's the one that fixes all of the problem. You can see that when you're standing at the airport. Everyone is just so excited to have their loved ones back in their lives. Maybe they'll go home and fight, maybe wait for another few days and fight, or maybe just fight in the drive back home. But they'd know, they have found those loved ones they can fight with.
And at the end of it all, if you ever feel sedated by sorry, think of the Arrival section of an airport. And make the person you're tired of come through those gates. It works. I tried it. Love never leaves you alone. Even when you're the only feeling it. :)And if you really look at it. It's easier to say hellos, then goodbyes. <3
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