love

Everyone that ever lived in this world, that able to think had passed through one exactly the same question; what is the meaning of Love?

No one has ever satisfied to describe what does Love means, what’s wrong with the word? How can those billions of people deceived by that one word with one syllabus.

Lost without understanding. Deceived. Tricked. Still at the end of their life realized that all they need is love. Do we need to understand it then?



I love my family.

I love my job.

I love my husband/ wife.

I love to sing.

So? What’s the meaning of love then.



In the eyes of love the wise looks silly.

The rich looks dispossessed. The old look childish.

The great looks nothing.

Yet,

A slave can be seen as the king.

A beggar seen as an angel.

A little kid seen as the richest, the wisest of all.

So? Love seeks from within, neither the look, nor the ownership.



Love is the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth. As described by M.Scott Peck.

I can’t agree more to this.

If you love your kids, you won’t give everything they want. You give them according what is good for them. Good doesn’t mean good in one personal account but more to the right thing. You give selectively.

When you love yourself, you won’t accept everything that other people say about you. You accept it selectively, according to what’s the right thing for you to hear.

When you say, love is always a sacrifice. Then it must be a selective one.



Love is greater than any other thing exist. Everyone needs that to be fully living, even one denies it.

Sometimes, with the presence of love

One feels happy

One feels sad

What’s the real form of love? Is that a power, energy or just a feeling?

Or it’s everything, the life itself?

Angry love, sad love, laugh love, disappointed love?



May a real loving person do all their life with love.

So, do you understand what life means?



*withlove, 3jan08