Insanity.

Each one of us takes this word as they understand. But do we all have the same answer to this? Absolutely not. Humans are different. They vary. Dangerously.

What is exactly insanity?

Whatever we find, beyond our own limits, we name it insane. And all of us have different capabilities and limits.

Insanity is being, beyond imagination and not just beyond limits.

Not only doing what others think is too much and impossible, but doing it to an extent even their brains can't catch up to. That is called being truly insane.

Being insane in what?

Ambition?

Jealousy?

Hustling?

All of these have a limit. A limit of being insane. After this limit, insanity becomes ruin.

And what about…….love?

Do we have limits in love too? Does love lead to ruin too? Do we have to calculate before we love?

Well, in a way, yes. And in a way, no.

Love doesn't have limits. But it leads to the ruin of a being. We do not calculate, we do not limit our giving.

And that's why we suffer. Endlessly. Pathetically. Like an ocean.

Why an ocean?

Like an ocean because, Ocean is too deep for its own good. Everyone admires it, but who's willing to get lost in those waves, when they finally take you to depth of it?

Right. No one.

None of us want the depth, we just want the pleasing waves it offers us. We want what pleases us, and not the ocean.

We admire our pleasure, and not who loves us. Typical humans.

We like the thrill, the surface intensity, the games, pleasure, fun, but when the waves get rough, we leave the ocean. Because we are hollow.

And again, the ocean is too deep for its own good, isn't it?

Famously known, there are seven stages of love. True love. But most of us don't even go through it. Or we don't want to.

We will name it anything we like. Attraction, situationships, talking stage—Calm down. Sometimes you don't name it because you're afraid of admitting you're in love. Or afraid of commitments?

"But we just met, we don't even know each other."

So you'll wait for a verification of the time you spent together to justify your feelings. That's why there's no insanity left in love, because humans feel pathetic to be intense, to be themselves. They limit themselves.

And isn't that what they need to learn?

The ocean doesn't limit itself just because a fish can't swim.

Humans are weirdly funny. We limit ourselves to stay safe on the shore.

But for those who dare to drown, there are seven stages to this madness.

Seven stages of true love.

Dilkashi.

Uns.

Ishq.

Aqeedat.

Ibadat.

Junoon.

Maut.

Or tum jise junoon samajh bethe ho, Vo vaqayi mein Junoon hai ya bas Fitoor?

TO BE CONTINUED.