Since when did we start valuing the love that we feel more than we value our own lives?
Love is so essential and sometimes even more than we think but loving others at the cost of ourselves?
How did we come to misinterpret the meaning of love like this?
Love is no more just a passing breeze, the sweet smell of rain in spring, or a strong whiff of earth when you’re making tea. It has become like a mountain, stagnant, in front of you, blocking the view to yourself, not letting you see the world through it, opaque.
How did we come to accept all of this?
Dancing one day and the next begging, dying for more because you cannot see beyond it?
Not just once but endlessly, like two tall mountains trying to see past each other but cannot see beyond each other.
How did we come to believe in this illusion, night and day?
Why do we let little breezes become mountains and then struggle to get past it?
We forget that love is just a part of our lives and not life itself.
We get so comfortable, we become rather childlike and absurd and think like it is impossible to live beyond the imagination of them. Why do we let little things shake us?
Maybe because if given a choice between lakhs of money or food or shelter or any material things AND love we would all choose love, we would all choose the matter of heart. Well, most of us.
Maybe because love doesn’t discriminate between the rich or poor; Hindu, Muslim, Christian or Jew; women or men; upper caste or lower. It comes to all of us equally.
But whatever be the reason we do, often, get carried away and put our own well-being last.
We make wrong decisions and choose what, clearly, is bad for us just so that we can nurture the love we feel in our hearts.
So, if all this hurts us what should we do?
What should we do?
Should we just focus on our own selves and never fall in love?
Or maybe we should try to treat love like a small part of life (a breeze) which comes and goes and never take it for granted and let it become a blocking mountain.
Or maybe we should focus on all different kinds of love like- relationship with our friends or our parents or our sibling instead of just the relationship with our partners.
Maybe we should also focus on loving our own selves.
Because-
“A man can’t give me anything
I can’t give myself”
Different kinds of love.
Maybe we will never find the right answers to these questions and the best way to deal with them is to believe that there are different kinds of love. We can focus on each kind of it and never get carried away because if we don’t, we’ll make just one person our entire world and one day all of it will fade away and all we’ll be left with is a painful memory of a love lost.
Eventually when some time will have passed, we will come back and say:
“I’m waking up
From the longest night of my life
It’s been years since I’ve seen the sun”
share with me your experience:
Whatever guidance or suggestion I might give you won’t matter because, you will, in the end, listen to your own heart and learn only from your own experiences.
Tell me about your experience of love, what you learned and how it made you who you are.
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