Chemistry...

I have always wondered what draws a person to another. We make friends so easily with some people... Its instinctual... Chemistry, its termed. You have a good chemistry, people say. But I have always wondered how it works. Haven't you?

It is defined as a force acting between two people that tends to draw them together and resist their separation. Causes are stated as similarity (Birds of a feather flock together) , more exposure to a person, complementarity (Opposites attract) and so on and so forth. But it still doesn't explain it completely. It is easier to just presume it to be another one of the mysterious workings of our mind and let it be. But the question still stands...

Words of Kahlil Gibran

Some of the verses of Kahlil Gibran that I found absolutely beautiful and inspiring. Here they are...

"My house says to me, 'Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.'
And the road says to me, 'Come and follow me, for I am your future.'
And I say to both my house and the road,
'I have no past, nor have I a future.
If I stay here, there is a going in my staying;
And if I go there, there is a staying in my going.
Only love and death change all things.' "

"Give me an ear and I will give you a voice... "

"My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues."

"Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth."

"You see but your shadow, when you turn your back on the sun."

"Should we all confess our sins to one another, we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality. Should we reveal our virtues, we would also laugh for the same cause."

"If it were not for our conception of weights and measures, we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun."

"The truly great man is he who would master no one and he who would be mastered by none."

"If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees."

"Behold here is a paradox: the deep and the high are nearer to one another than the mid level to either."

Every waking moment he spends,
Thinking... Talking... Worrying,
About his victories, about his loss.
Guilt, hangs around his neck,
Just like an albatross...
'Is it me?' he wonders,
'Is it me causing this mess?
What is it that I'm doing wrong?
Or is it all just, in my head?'
It eats away at his soul,
Every waking moment of day.
Till there's nothing left of him,
Only emptiness where his heart lay...

The webs people weave,
About their lives, about their death,
About their hopes and their dreams.
No matter who they are or where they're from,
There's always something they fear.
Something they love, something they hate,
Something that's much too dear.
We fear the loss, we fear the change,
But question it? We wouldn't dare...
What if something goes wrong, we say.
But what really matters is the love we share.
What is it that escapes us?
Why are things the way they are?
Is there something that we aren't doing?
Or are we just trying too hard...?

Upon the lonely road, one wanders,
Knowing not what lies ahead.
What is it that you're looking for?
What is it that you dread?
What is this that engulfs one's soul?
Is it loneliness or emptiness or something more.
This void that fills you up,
You know not what to do anymore...