Falling in love

For the first time ever when I am three months short of turning 43, I am in love, I am in love with life, the precious gift of being alive, being a human. A human who strives for peace, freedom, a choice to live, a choice to breathe and just be. A human with with simplicities and complexities. A human who drools, has cavities, perspires, experiences emotions such as passion and fear, anger and inspiration, shame and victory, guilt and joy all at once and separately in its own unique way with its ambiguities and its charm.

I realize emotions as simple as it is, humans have the luxury to express and experience each of them in its own glory. The most developed of all Nature's creations, humans are the most vulnerable and most close to God hood.

Civilizations have come and gone, but the human spirit of tenderness, strength in a storm of journeying from pain to peace, the only goal of every human life has survived and thrived. Royalty and the peasants all experience the same emotions. The frailty of human life is priceless.