~*~ The Empty Page and The Redundancy of Love ~*~
By Eva Neide
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An empty page. This is what I found this morning when I woke up. I was supposed to write in it the dream that I had last night. It was so real, so colorful, so inspiring, so hopeful, that I thought it was real. I know I am saying it twice, it is redundant, I know. But I like that word, so let's leave it there. All is redundant anyways, don't you think? For instance, we say: "I still love you" or... "It has been hard to forget you", "I find you in my thoughts often", or we say: "I know that maybe we will never be together again", "I know you love someone else, and i must move on" ...and without thinking straight we say: "I really wish you were here with me". And, out of better words, we even DARE to say things like: "Sorry I was not the one for you, be happy". And the one that really is the most redundant of them all is: "I wish you the best!" And here comes the coup de grace: "I just wanted to let you know these things". Isn't that interesting? Don't you think? I mean, don't YOU think too much! I understand your point; it does not make any sense, I know. But did you see what just happened there in your mind? Did you see what you have just done? Where your focus point go? Not where it was supposed to be, that is for sure. You did not, for one second, look down on the empty page, did you? So you did not see that while you were thinking of redundancy, I put down an entire dream into that empty page. I hope that you read it again and tell me this: did you find anything redundant when you read "I love you" ?
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