#buddish

A simple thought that pops into your head has some sort of vibrational frequency. And from whatever I learned in-between naps in physics class, quantum mechanics has explained that a wave frequency can be altered with its own definition of peaks and pitfalls; which is the ongoing energy we face throughout our journey in this life. And what makes up and holds our galaxy together? Mostly stars. 

And the stars, they really resonate with us. The stars are the stars we lean on to foster our inspiration, grow our imagination, alleviate our stress and remind us how small we really are.

Continuously romanticized in our culture, stars are merely huge balls of gas that contain so much bullshit; that it radiates gravity that ultimately holds our existence together.

Our very own sun is a star that was fortunately too far to pull us in and burn us into ashes. 

The gravity of stars is so strong that it squeezes the gas atoms together so tightly, triggering a nuclear fusion; the process of having the center nuclei of atoms get stuck together and fuse. This process releases a powerful magnitude which in turn contributes to the heat of the stars. This energy works its way from the inside to the surface; then far into space.

In conclusion, our naked eye gets to see the end result of a couple to a million years ago. 

And each star that radiates such light is unique in its own special way, with its different sizes, colors and frequencies. 

Some stars even orbit around each other; we call them binary stars. And even stars - they get lost into the far galaxy, so what chance do we really have? When even something so much bigger and brighter than us loses itself.

With all its glory, these stars have their own magnetism. And with magnetism, there is always resistance. There is no other way.

Even if you are in the most perfect dynamics of love - there is always someone pulling or resisting because that is the law of attraction; like does not attract like.

And if you don’t believe me, try pushing someone. Do it and say I said so. But chances are, they’re going to push you back and that’s not my problem. But if you go ahead, grab someone’s hand and pull them towards you, they will inevitably have to pull away from you at some point. 

When you look towards grasping for something you really want, chances are it’ll stop you. Working to repel something may actually contribute to you waking up one day and finding it sleeping right next to you in your very own bed.

And no you don’t have shitty luck, it’s really always been this way.

If you have never realized it yet, then you will figure it out soon enough.

We have all experienced being the puller or the shoved one. We all starred in either being the lover or the beloved.

The role of the beloved is to resist; otherwise we wouldn’t have all these collections of sad beautiful love songs. However, the best pieces of art are the ones that make you sad because that’s what makes love worth meaning - it’s your goal to reach.

The journey is on-going, much like the wave frequency, with its high and its lows; but when it reaches a plateau, love dies.

And if you are about to click off because whatever I am saying is truthful, don’t be upset about being a lover - we all are.

Actually, there is something so divine about being the lover and so dogmatic when being beloved. In the dynamics of these binary stars or two average mortals with a connection, there is always someone who is beloved in this space or time but is simultaneously a lover for someone else’s pleasure because it is impossible to believe that there is one person in the universe for you.

Defining someone as your one and true soulmate makes us human beings. Notice though that human beings are constantly perpetrating terrible massacres to their emotional wellbeing because they are committing to something that is not true.

To leave as a lover is a crime, but the beloved is supposed to do so. This notion of separation is so vital because the separation is a test; the hardship is what creates the journey. 

But don’t get it twisted, the beloved is supposed to respond, not with the same cry of affection. Ironically, no response is a response at times.

With an increase in philosophy and education, the beloved has become more resistant towards the lover because they understand that there is no obligation to reciprocate feelings.

It may seem like nothing is harder than watching your beloved not understand your love, but the reality is: you are part of the majority. 

And no, you should not go beg for sympathy or deem yourself as doomed either. Instead, you should try your hardest to express yourself and fight for what you believe in, even if your object of desire is begging you to stop.

And you may reach your goal or simply move on because there are billions of stars left.

But the thing is:

your love is truth; it resemblance of what you think the truth is. The truth is what you aim to seek. And my truth is to just live in the heat of things because there is no meaning to love essentially. 

Because it is the one thing that allows you to understand why you have these tingly feelings; essentially there is no right reason for it.