I started reading the book by Pauho Coehlo "Eleven Minutes", oh, this book is just the whole world of surprises and questions...going through each page I find myself sitting motionless and with slight headache and warmth in my forehead....reading the life of Maria "main charachter of this book" I just start see and understand the lives of so mnay people I used to juidge, of so monay friends I used to misunderstand....
here are some notes from her diary: "all my life, I though of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, thats a lie: Freedom only exists when Love is present. The person gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.
and the person who loves wholeheartedly feel free.
that is why, regardless of what I might experience, do or learn, nothing makes sense. I hope this time passes quickly, so that I can resume my search for myself - in the form of a man who understand me and does not make me suffer.
But what am I saying? In Love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.
It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.
That is the True Experience of Freedom: Having the most important thinbg in the world without Owning It."

I think her thoughts reflect what most of us go through and think about.
I am still in search of my own answers to her questions, I am still in this state of not knowing...how can one person sitting acrros the world, effect another being that much...
"Souls of two persons meet before the Bodies Meet" - that is the way perhaps it is for me..
I have met you..I saw yopu then...we talked, spent time and now we are too far,, oceans and deserts in between..but the heart constantly calls for what it has tasted once...