‘The Best thing in life is’ love – to be loved, to love and be lovable. Yet, is there any emotion more complex and abstract than love? Can you buy a kilo of it when you need it? Can I bribe, demand or force it? You don’t get it when you need it most but you often pay heavily for it. Still, we hunger for more love every moment of our life. How can we dig into this enigma called love? Love is the most burning and perishable of all human passions. But certainly, it is also the most human of all feelings with all the limitations and exaltations the word evokes. Yet it is the very same love that sometimes inflicts the most festering wound within us when its labour is lost. It can sting like a hornet or stab like a knife. Love has the least amount of pity. In love, even the tiniest things count.
In youth, everyone is sugar coated with desire and sentimentality, which many of us mistook as love. Yet is desire love? Certainly not. It is because we have not pondered on all the facets of love we see in nature. Look how the sun warms every one of us in the morning with its soft beams.
When we open our hearts to our fellow human beings, we start giving and receiving love. Love can flourish only in the field of human relationship. There is no better exercise to the heart than reaching down and lifting someone up. To give love one must continue being loving.
Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in it. How can we solidify our love? We should first seek to listen. This is the first duty in love. The second duty is to understand at an emotional level. We should realise love is commitment. Without commitment we cannot nurture enduring relationship in our family or elsewhere. Building a family, parenting, caring all these need lots of patience, commitment and sacrifice. Opposite of love is not hate but indifference, our apathy to ac, our coldness in commitment. People who do not chose to act in love, who deny love to others out of fear or loss, their lives in barren and empty. Only they are the losers. The strings of love are like the strings of a violin. Once you have learned the rules you must play with your heart. It then requires no map or chart. You only need an open heart.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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