- in the name of Allah -

 Not quite sure how I came across this, but the title fit.







From one of the video's comments:
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."   Oscar Wilde   

Every stray lives with the single desire to be loved. Every soul searches this world for a place to rest their heart’s weary wandering, before being called home. We are all born with the same inner haunting question of the meaning of this life. Each of us has their own correct answer. Will you be the hammer, or the nail? In this physical existence we are flawed, and given to the dark frailties of this world. We are given to, and consumed by the dark whims of rage, anger, ego, and greed. As beings, we are not perfect, but love is, and always will be. Love is the one miracle Heaven gives us every opportunity to perform. The miracle comes in that it rewards all involved, and the effects echo for all eternity.  When real romantics fall in love, believing in love, they never think about surviving the fall, nor would they want to.


A few notes:

1. I wasn't a dreamer until after I knew k, and even though the road since has been rocky I wouldn't ever go back, even if I could. 
2. Aside from a bit of fluff, the latter part of the comment holds true far as I can tell. I never thought about surviving the fall, never really wanted to. 'Love' always seemed to me as something to make whole, pure in its essence, above the confines of typical human emotions. Can't help but feel a bit foolish at the thought it being so intrinsic, but I've long since embraced the jest at the core of any idealist. 
3. If there is a thing to redeem the tendencies one has to fall and want to keep falling, call it the snowball-boulder reaction, then the remedy lies in hope + love. Like twin oars on a boat, keep the ship going forward when all it wants to do is stay idle or sink. One can't survive one's own sins without hoping something good from Allah, and, for me at least, can't come back to a thing without love driving towards it.