This Valentine’s Day
Love
Let me ask you first…When you love, rather when you are in love, do you wonder a lot about “where this love is going to take me”? Or, things such as how long will this love last? Or how much more fulfilling can this love feel? If you said yes…I feel very sorry for you. And in case you said no, you are either lying as instructed by your brain or you are sheer god!
Brain…The evil thing that one is and thoughts that are nothing but a very demanding clamoring offspring of the brain. Each thought, the unruly colic wailing whining baby who doesn’t know when to stop, feeding on our constant attention. It keeps going on and on.
Back to the main topic…so when in love. Why can’t you just “be” in love? Why don't we just fall and then sail on ‘in love’. Riding the waves, enjoying the ride just going with it. Living with it, as the heart desires. The heart, on the other hand, knows nothing, does nothing but beats. Very stupid, rudimentary basic action…almost like basic drumming, yeah nothing fancy there. For all your life, the heartbeats on the same constant rhythm until love happens. And then, it skips a few but catches on and keeps going all over again.
God, brains ruins everything. Doesn’t it? Why does it make us think that love is like a road and it has to lead someplace? Love can also be a soft fluffy cloud hanging in the stratosphere and may it never rain while we sit on it and bounce around. But no, the brain has to add meaning to it. Make it meaningful, worthwhile and work on ‘improvising it’ constantly. Have you felt that when love happens and the heart swells? It swells and stays that way for some time but then it has to go back on its day job, beating that is. That’s when the mind does its trick and thoughts start creeping in.
Love by its own nature knows nothing but loving. Adoring, worshipping, praying and sometimes even surrendering to the power of it. But that’s only when you are weak in the brain. Yes! The smart one. You are incapable of surrendering to love because your brain is too smart to do so. Your brain will tell your heart to swell a bit less when it considers other factors such as environment, materialism or approvals, etc. It will even make you believe there is some sort of scale to measure love. Such as, I love dancing more than painting. Such a paradox! Let me explain how. So, you dance and you paint. You see, the common factor in both cases in you. In both the actions of dancing or painting it's you being in love with yourself and the feeling of fulfillment it brings to you. How can you choose between yourself based on the action that is being performed by you? I don’t get it. I wonder, if that determination is based on some sort of external approval? Actions don’t determine love….love chooses the action that it does by its sheer presence.
It boils to a level where people start saying things like I love you more than you loved me. For goodness sake, we as humans are far from measuring and knowing the depth of our own love let alone comparing it in exact measurement with others' love? Ridiculous to say the least.
But, I feel deeply hurt when I look people that are truly in love but unable to cherish it. Guys, love is not permanent, it’s not something that is attached to your life with super glue. It’s fragile and tender. It is as fleeting as any other human interaction or relationships or life. It can last years of minutes…you just never know...and it’s up to us on how much and how long can we soak in. I see mothers and fathers and families and teachers and neighbors and siblings and friends…all around us who do mean love. They know love, it flickers in their eyes momentarily as they pass and behold. Love keeps waiting in their heart forever to express and show, but then they are too busy answering the brain on “where will this love take them”? What will love mean for them? All our education and society drives us to believe a parent’s love is only fulfilled when they shape their child some sort of successful prodigies. They miss out big time….I feel so miserable for them, it almost makes me cry. They start measuring their ‘notion of love’ with the wellbeing or other measures of success handed over by this civilized society we live in. They start seeking validations and approvals of this idea of love, while love keeps waiting, flickering. Until it is too late.
This valentine’s day, just get out and love. The mad love, the crazy love, the stupid love, the insane love, the quiet love, the crying love….whatever that is. It is love as long as you feel the heart swelling and the heartbeat shutting out the noise of thoughts.
For love.
With Love.
Let me ask you first…When you love, rather when you are in love, do you wonder a lot about “where this love is going to take me”? Or, things such as how long will this love last? Or how much more fulfilling can this love feel? If you said yes…I feel very sorry for you. And in case you said no, you are either lying as instructed by your brain or you are sheer god!
Brain…The evil thing that one is and thoughts that are nothing but a very demanding clamoring offspring of the brain. Each thought, the unruly colic wailing whining baby who doesn’t know when to stop, feeding on our constant attention. It keeps going on and on.
Back to the main topic…so when in love. Why can’t you just “be” in love? Why don't we just fall and then sail on ‘in love’. Riding the waves, enjoying the ride just going with it. Living with it, as the heart desires. The heart, on the other hand, knows nothing, does nothing but beats. Very stupid, rudimentary basic action…almost like basic drumming, yeah nothing fancy there. For all your life, the heartbeats on the same constant rhythm until love happens. And then, it skips a few but catches on and keeps going all over again.
God, brains ruins everything. Doesn’t it? Why does it make us think that love is like a road and it has to lead someplace? Love can also be a soft fluffy cloud hanging in the stratosphere and may it never rain while we sit on it and bounce around. But no, the brain has to add meaning to it. Make it meaningful, worthwhile and work on ‘improvising it’ constantly. Have you felt that when love happens and the heart swells? It swells and stays that way for some time but then it has to go back on its day job, beating that is. That’s when the mind does its trick and thoughts start creeping in.
Love by its own nature knows nothing but loving. Adoring, worshipping, praying and sometimes even surrendering to the power of it. But that’s only when you are weak in the brain. Yes! The smart one. You are incapable of surrendering to love because your brain is too smart to do so. Your brain will tell your heart to swell a bit less when it considers other factors such as environment, materialism or approvals, etc. It will even make you believe there is some sort of scale to measure love. Such as, I love dancing more than painting. Such a paradox! Let me explain how. So, you dance and you paint. You see, the common factor in both cases in you. In both the actions of dancing or painting it's you being in love with yourself and the feeling of fulfillment it brings to you. How can you choose between yourself based on the action that is being performed by you? I don’t get it. I wonder, if that determination is based on some sort of external approval? Actions don’t determine love….love chooses the action that it does by its sheer presence.
It boils to a level where people start saying things like I love you more than you loved me. For goodness sake, we as humans are far from measuring and knowing the depth of our own love let alone comparing it in exact measurement with others' love? Ridiculous to say the least.
But, I feel deeply hurt when I look people that are truly in love but unable to cherish it. Guys, love is not permanent, it’s not something that is attached to your life with super glue. It’s fragile and tender. It is as fleeting as any other human interaction or relationships or life. It can last years of minutes…you just never know...and it’s up to us on how much and how long can we soak in. I see mothers and fathers and families and teachers and neighbors and siblings and friends…all around us who do mean love. They know love, it flickers in their eyes momentarily as they pass and behold. Love keeps waiting in their heart forever to express and show, but then they are too busy answering the brain on “where will this love take them”? What will love mean for them? All our education and society drives us to believe a parent’s love is only fulfilled when they shape their child some sort of successful prodigies. They miss out big time….I feel so miserable for them, it almost makes me cry. They start measuring their ‘notion of love’ with the wellbeing or other measures of success handed over by this civilized society we live in. They start seeking validations and approvals of this idea of love, while love keeps waiting, flickering. Until it is too late.
This valentine’s day, just get out and love. The mad love, the crazy love, the stupid love, the insane love, the quiet love, the crying love….whatever that is. It is love as long as you feel the heart swelling and the heartbeat shutting out the noise of thoughts.
For love.
With Love.
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