Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.
Osho
Osho & I are totally on the same page about love.
(via caitsmeissner)
(via themiseducationofdestiny)
it’s crazy to me how some aspects of our brain + heart relationship go. sometimes feelings of the heart just cancel out anything the brain has to
say, even if you really know better. no matter how long the time goes by, certain feelings at any instant can take you back to the same mindstate as when you first developed those feelings. and maybe at that point they aren’t even feelings anymore? maybe what you’re feeling truly is how it’s meant to be for you but other factors made it not possible. that’s why I love music. it captures feelings in moments of time. for that 4-5 minutes you are engulfed in whatever feeling the music brings you. no one can take it away.
honestly it’s bullshit how some feelings affect us. i’ll admit some days are better than others, but a lot of everything still reminds me of you. I realize how lame this is, but the fact is i have no control over it, and that’s painful. it’s impossible for me to let go of something I felt strongly about, especially if I know I shouldn’t have had to let go of it. it just never gets easier. then again, maybe it’s not meant to.
I can’t help but think to myself about how much you’re missing out on. you passed up on one of the more rare things that can happen between two people, and all out of fear. I wish you would wake up.
