There is always something that comes by in your life, time and again, that you dream to possess. Possessiveness, as we know, is human nature.
During my schooling, at the time when cellphones were becoming popular, I had an obsession for this particular song that I heard over the radio. I wasn't able to strike the tune off my mind. It kept lingering on and on like an old saying. But I didn't know what movie it featured in, so the only way I could listen to it was through the radio if and when it was played. I would spend hours in the evenings tuning in to different stations, yearning to hear that song one more time. I wasn't always left disappointed. The song would eventually present itself. But the movie name was unclear. It took me a few more days to finally figure it out.
I then requested my Sister to download all the songs from that movie onto my Mom's cell phone. I eagerly awaited as the downloading was yet to reach its completion. The song had something very unique about it that made my inner self levitate. I'd been so much at peace with myself whenever I listened to it and in a short while it would be mine, all mine. I would be able to listen to it as I pleased.
Once I had the song with me,I plugged in my ear phones and hit the play button, waiting for that feeling of bliss to spread within me again. But this time, there was nothing, the song felt empty. At first I had no idea of what went wrong, but later I figured it out. When I had been listening to it on the radio, there was a possibility that it might be the last time that I get to hear it, it might never been played again. At the least, It might take me a few more days to listen to it once more. Such thoughts made me value the music. I would live and breath with the tune for as long as it was played. The outside world would hold no significance to me for those few minutes. But now, things changed. I had it in my possession and realized, for the first time, that things remain beautiful or stay interesting only as long as they stay far from grasp.
I then requested my Sister to download all the songs from that movie onto my Mom's cell phone. I eagerly awaited as the downloading was yet to reach its completion. The song had something very unique about it that made my inner self levitate. I'd been so much at peace with myself whenever I listened to it and in a short while it would be mine, all mine. I would be able to listen to it as I pleased.
Once I had the song with me,I plugged in my ear phones and hit the play button, waiting for that feeling of bliss to spread within me again. But this time, there was nothing, the song felt empty. At first I had no idea of what went wrong, but later I figured it out. When I had been listening to it on the radio, there was a possibility that it might be the last time that I get to hear it, it might never been played again. At the least, It might take me a few more days to listen to it once more. Such thoughts made me value the music. I would live and breath with the tune for as long as it was played. The outside world would hold no significance to me for those few minutes. But now, things changed. I had it in my possession and realized, for the first time, that things remain beautiful or stay interesting only as long as they stay far from grasp.
One thing I could've done at that time was to delete the song files and to go back to listening to it on the radio, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. A part of me wanted to cling to it even at the expense of losing its worth.
Possession ruins beauty and more often it diminishes Love. But possessing is all we try to do.
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