I was afraid I had given up on writing. I was afraid I had given up on expressing. I was afraid I had given up on love.
The world is a master at the art of cynicism, which it cleverly camouflages with the mask of pragmatism, all the while fooling you into doubting your beliefs about yourself, life, relationships and perhaps every other thing around.
Each time I looked around, I felt fooled. My beliefs about life and love were being challenged. The world was changing at a great momentum. I felt like a radical particle from a different time, a time which may have never existed, floating through a multitude of events, which seemed surreal and real at the same time.
I could see my faith in love eroding. I didn't stop it. I could see myself become one among the many pseudo pragmatists, trying to fit into the moulds of the 'new' world. I didn't stop myself. It was far easier to hop onto the bandwagon and take part in the chaos rather than to exist feeling like an anachronism.
And then I stumbled upon this...a video...a short film called Blind Devotion. It came from an unexpected source , through an unexpected channel at an unexpected time. It must be one among the million other things that flow through the virality of the internet.
But to me it seemed like a message. A message to remind me that there still exist those people who don't give up on their hearts...those who are not afraid to remain a minority or seem tangent to practicality of the world...those who happily embrace their madness and live life like it is a storybook.
To all those brave those souls who run holding up the torch of true love, yet go unnoticed in the darkness of the world, I say thank you. I salute you.
You made me write again today. You will make me express again tomorrow. You will inspire me to love again...someday.
