It is something that troubled me for a very long time. First, I recognized it within myself. Then I began to see it in others around me as well.
We often see love as a burning fire of passion, happiness, and excitement in the beginning. But once we finally “have” it, we slowly start feeling the intensity fade away little by little.
For a long time, I believed that was simply normal.
But after many years and countless hours of reflection, I began asking myself:
What if the things we keep treating as destinations… were always meant to be lived as journeys instead?
I Am the Path
You look for me as if I were a destination,
when I’m really a sensation.
The warmth of a hand,
the spark of a shiver,
the scent of a smile,
the echo of passion.
The softness of someone’s presence,
humble gestures with no extravagance,
the quiet touch of an atmosphere,
a living cradle where trust can grow.
In conflict, in anger,
in indifference, in fleeting wounds.
In the cold, in hardship,
I remain a rock—
your faithful point of return.
No hypocrisy, no empty show,
far from pride and loud performances.
No glitter, no disguise—
just connection,
real attention woven into everyday life.
Do not reduce me, I beg you, to an ending.
To simple visions or some imagined prize.
Oh, what sorrow—what a certain grief…
For I am the breath of life itself.
I am
the path.
Mirror Question:
How many beautiful things lose their meaning the moment we believe we have finally “arrived”?
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Odel A.
"You look for me as if I were a destination,
when I’m really a sensation."
What a line to open with. Such a simple truth. That if we grasped it, rather than diminish it, the real true love can blossom. Beautifully written.
Beautiful poem!🩷