Someday we'll know, if love can move a mountain.

I was thinking today. Before this, everything with Thong was so clear. So vivid. So out there in the open. But now, after that conversation we had, I no longer see the end. And so, I wondered. Am I willing to wait for something I'm not sure about? Because if we want to make this work, then we'd have to put in a lot of work. We won't be able to see each other for years. We say once a week, but it may extend to once a month. And I wondered if our feelings would fade. If we would forget what was the goal. And if our promises would turn out empty-handed. And for a second there, it seemed as though everything was for nothing. To build a relationship from scrap and put so much into it... only to lose to distance. Proximity. And yet, are we strong enough handle this?

I like taking pictures. Discovering the various angles and taking multiple shots to your heart's content. I don't do that anymore though. Ever since I dropped my camera. ahahah. When you're taking a picture, you rid yourself from that picture. You take a step back and remove yourself from the scene. That way, the world would be laid out for you to see. For you to analyze. For you to understand. For you to see in a different light. And you won't be caught up in all of it and let your feelings get in the way.

They say that only fools are satisfied. Does that mean that humans are always striving. Always aiming high and once they reach that very goal, they aim higher? They won't stop until they have to. Until nature takes over and strip them of their abilities to move, to think, to feel. No satisfaction would be enough. Why is it then, that we are so foolish? For love above all else. Are we really satisfied with just that?

I've always wondered about that one quote. I can't remember the exact words, but it goes something like this: The journey is much more important than the end. But then again, if you never reach that end, that aspiration, then wouldn't the journey mean nothing? It'll just remind you of failure. Of how you gave up half way. Sure, you learn many things during that journey. And those experiences, knowledge, times would always be with you. But in the end, if you don't get what you want in the first place, does it matter? Time will eventually catch up to you. And the years will fly right by you. It won't wait. It can't afford to wait for one person... And so, it leaves you behind. Perhaps, just perhaps, if the end fails, there must be a good reason. Somewhere along the journey, you found something even better. Then again, that's just me and my wishful thinking.

UPDATE:

Thong said something that hurt a lot today.