“For every drop of water you waste, you must know that somewhere on earth someone is desperately looking for a drop of water!”

― Mehmet Murat Ildan

The barrel can carry as much water as it can fit, not a drop more, so we might be one too, with all the love we carry in our hearts. Love and water are two vital resources, and unfortunately, none of them are renewable. Every time we waste some of the water, someone else might crave with a thirst for at least the last drop of it. We carry them as much as the barrel is still sturdy, but once it breaks we will not have any source of it but lodging for love and waiting for the mornings to collect some dew. We think today that if we have something will last forever, and our credibility in things that cannot happen to us, are many times exaggerated. Nothing lasts forever, and everything is moving around us even though it seems that’s not, and even rocks are changing their form and shape. What makes you think that you are immortal and irreplaceable? We hold on for every drop of water in precious tears that we are afraid to release and we oppress the love from flowing freely. Let me tell you something that I see, that all the rocks, one day will get eroded and will vanish, and what should follow their natural journey, just set them free, cause water runs and love flows freely.

“Never desire too much! Because of this excess greed and thirst, a person commits all kinds of sins.”

― Srinivas Mishra

We want more than we can carry, we worry more than is necessary, and with every excess of desire, it gets soaked and heavy. We wish for more than we already have, because we think the grass is greener on the other side, just to realize that was artificial. We dream more than we are sleeping and the reality gets misunderstood. We forget our promises and ignore the vows in front of desire, and from too much thirsty passion we leave behind a garden for a flower. There is always a desire for what we don’t have in our hands, and thinking if we don’t have witnesses, the sins’ will be forgotten. We are talking more than we are doing and we are doing more than we can celebrate. The thirstiness of having extra from everything, makes us have less time to spend on more important aspects of our lives. We are thirsty for love, but we waste it on broken hearts. We are thirsty for money, but we waste them on unrecyclable objects. We are thirsty for accomplishments, but we waste our health and sanity. Desire is a big gulp of illusion, that hides the true intentions and sneaks into our lives with passions and betrayals.

“I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?”

― Dark Jar Tin Zoo

There is water everywhere, we just have to look in the right place; the same is with the love. We dig in various places but what we find is only dry dirt. We love different people, but what we get are dry feelings that are only watered with our tears. We keep it moist with the drops from our foreheads, that struggles to hold and keep it tight, but you can’t squeeze a rock and expect to get life out of there. We find many puddles and we think if it holds water that’s what we are looking for, but soon that only gets muddier and makes it hard to breathe and stay in there. We can’t dig anymore, as we get weaker from all the battles and the struggles. We can’t stop in swamps anymore as it can drag you to the bottom, so we just wait for sunrise to come to taste a few drops of dew…that is not enough for our thirst and lust. Today if someone comes and asks me for a cup of water, from what I had a glass of sand is only what is left, to remind me that once was more than a dry and thirsty soul.

“I wish I had water. I wish I had something to read.”

― Samantha Schutz

We search so much for water and for love, and when we can’t do that anymore, we want to stop and look for something else, much easier to get. I will accept a cup of water, but for the love, I shall say “pass”. I better look for stories of others in the books and live with them what is not lust, but love. From dreams to books is just the transformation in a physical form with words and paper, but we are doing the same thing, many would just not see it. We hide in other activities as we submerge in deeper waters, we hold the breath and we hide on the bottom. We don’t ask questions anymore, and we don’t wait for answers. We pour from our empty cup, we take it as a tablet, and we swallow it with cold water. – Just let me drink my water, and read my books, cause love is not a part of the solution that mixed with lust got bitter.

– You tell me that you care about me and it is so good for us, but you know I want it more. You tell me that the secret is to live the moment, but you know I want it more. Imagine how it would be, babe, if I will run away from you. If we will not be together what you will win? Your life would be better without me? Maybe you will regret that you did not hold my hand when I was yours, just yours. Maybe you think that love does not die, regardless of how many mistakes we make. We do not feel the love in just three words, and I am not even listening to them. Whatever you are telling me you know is not enough if you want me. I do not want to live a sneaky love, think about it well.  My thirst is heavy as my heart, so let’s sit, take, have a drink, and tell me what is a drop of dew when we are thirsty as an ocean?

“Someone feeling wronged is like someone feeling thirsty. Don’t tell them they aren’t. Sit with them and have a drink.”

― Lemony Snicket

I welcome you to follow the tale of that young lady who dropped the water barrel that carried love. She learned to find her own fountain with fresh water, and she continued her journey in her life on Earth …

PART 37

….continue reading the rest of the tale in PART 38

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