The search for Meaning, Constantia
A potent germ can infest in your vital soma and infect you to death, a life threatening stroke can paralyse you forever to immobility but a broken heart, it can make you the living dead with all your organs intact, Constantia.
Constantia you must understand what significance the dexterities of your modern life signify, they bring forth a plague of a new kind, an un-understandable sequence of varying events. Some which pain you, others which you leech on to; You have an unbroken heart Constantia, a gift that I do not possess, an incredible virtue and a cocoon of tranquillity. I may live in my own melancholy for sure, but you Constantia are the light to my hope, the tide to my dreams, the bird of my life’s dawning.
I want you to see through the eyes of love, regardless of whether you understand them or not. They are deep but always dilated and pure, they must weep and hurt, they must laugh and admire they must care and feel. Do you see it in his eyes? Do you feel it in his actions or is it just a cosmic illusion that keeps you from it and creates the fire of envy.
What is it, that keeps you from finding it in his eyes?
He loves you, he says; but when it comes to proving the weight of the words he fails to create the meaning. He isn’t wrong, he is just lost. But you know what you want Constantia, don’t push him to the edge and let him build his promises. He is art to your eyes, but he is ever changing. He is one of the most cosmic creations of God. Why do you keep him in the comfort of your bosom when he aims to fly away to the poles of adventure. Let the wings of his heart fly, higher and higher towards the sun of his youth.
And you in the meanwhile patron his happiness and build your own, bridge the hurt into a flowering friendship, the beginning of it all. Why do you fear his departure, when his arrival is ever-present in your heart. He is, who grows like the branches of a Banyan Tree, slowly but gradually. He firms his grip to the ground only with the passage of time, but you Constantia, you were born with the heart of a mother, life giving nourishing and garnering. You will always care in the passage of his growth till time stands still.
It is a beautiful relationship you see, it’s like the mountain and the sun, they complement each other and meet at the end of all time. In a different world too perhaps, and a different time.Then why do you feel locked in a box? Your feelings are grander than life itself and your value is almost pristine. Then like a grave why do you sulk in a box?
Have you no regard for the life around you and inside you?
Or is it just your deprivational pessimism.
I see the heavens in your eyes, your arms hold the havens of the prairies, your voice is a prayer and you my dear Constantia, are my entire world.
I may have stood defeated after I lost him, but how can I lose you Constantia…I was born you. In contrast to common belief, he is ever-present in your heart. And your heart is unbroken and pure, and he is that intangible force that lifts your soul and he shall always exist.
Dear Constantia, You’ve changed two lives, but what is most notable is that you created a profound effect. One that’ll live on in his life and in yours too. All the beauties of the oceans and the seas are encapsulated in the timeless beauty of your love. And it shall stay in there, till the end of all time.
What do you hope for him?
The best of the worlds, the solemnity of the universe of his virtues, the successes of all the generations and the love of the eternal ambrosia.
That isn’t all that you want for him, but even more.
And what do you want for yourself Constantia?
That you are yet to find.
