Let me expand this Love, its contemporary definitions are synchronized and limited. We are being modern and open-minded every day but trust me our understanding of being loved and delivering love is degrading every time and being more and more conservative. We are so conservative and limited that we link love to any subject or the situation or people who are linked or connected to us, why are we not being able to love whom we have never seen, the context we have never experienced and to them who are unlike us in many ways.
The love that Israel can never perform in favor of Palestine and the love that Palestine can never deliver on the favor of Israel, the love Muslim cannot perform for Hindus and Hindus cannot deliver for Muslims at Delhi, the love Syria could never receive from the rest of the world and the love from which Afghanistan is always discriminated to hold. Being on one corner of this world, we bring the false sense of security that one incident on another corner of this world can never affect us in this corner but eventually, we all are the similar manifest of the same soil, water and integrity of nature across the world. The more we don’t love unseen and unknown, the more our existence is at risk.
Do start loving the differences and unknown integrals, trust me love is always new, a brand new love will welcome you within yourself.
Even Paulo Coelho says that “But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.”It seems we are more focusing on our ability to hate and reject dissimilarities than to focus on our ability to love and accept similarities. This is fundamentally wrong, we got to relearn the art of loving again and again. The love that is confined in some flowers and chocolate is lame in itself, love is bigger when lovers are anonymous.
If I live in a corner of Nepal and I can’t be saddened by the pain of the people in Syria, I don’t have love. Love may be beyond recognition or appearance, perhaps the love of God may have been inspired by this notion.
I have a table in front of me, wooden and this is what I think it was, at one time this table was a tree and today that tree has been cut down and made a table. My love’s periphery has to be able to touch both the table and the tree, isn’t it?
It is important for one neighbor to accept another person’s behavior, one country must accept the independence of another country.
The water appears slightly different in the place where Gandaki and Trishuli rivers are mixed, Gandak’s black and Trishuli’s dusky water, but as the Muglin nears, the water is dyed in one color and Narayani creams. Love is like this, a unification and acceptance.
Love is on the air, we must be willing to feel and deliver it and of course, share it as gracefully as we receive it. We all are lovers and everything on this planet is our love, lets love and live.
Every time you love, love will always deliver a new feeling, a brand new experience, and freshness. Spread love, spread brotherhood and spread peace.