But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
– Gibran Khalil Gibran
So, you. You attempt to revise history. To tell me that you never really loved me. Oh, how I love the way you lie. I don’t need Eminem or Rihanna to sing me a song. I know. I know a lie when I see one. Is there irony in the fact that you’re the second one to revise the history between us? You’re no better than your politicians who seek to revise the history of the Lebanese Civil War to cover up their own atrocities. Why do you do this? Why do you seek to forget all that we built. Because you seek only ‘love’s peace and love’s pleasure.’ And now you truly are in a seasonless world, where all you can see is your ego. You think I stayed for you? Yet you cried, fearing you’d be the reason I’d hate you’re country forever. You feel, I know you do. But you forget to easily. Or perhaps you seek to forget. You think humans suck. Yet we are human. But you say you are not. Why do you set such little faith in store for our creation? Our potential is limitless. Our abilities soar beyond the heavens. We are unique in this universe. However small and insignificant we may appear to be. We exist. And in that we should take joy. And not seek to see despair. We should live in the bright side of life and enjoy our existence. And remember the beautiful things we have created. You seek to see otherwise? You will live in a seasonless world, where love will pass you by, and you will never know it. I cry for you, because I loved you.