It’s so interesting how life takes you to ways that you always fear you would end up. We define everything around us, there is no blind experience of anything…we form an idea and then we experience, making it a presumed factor of our imaginations and thoughts. The same we do with love, when we love someone, we do it according to some set idea or concept of it which may be culturally inscribed into our consciousness, something that we believe should only be done in a certain way and only if it follows that pattern then its love. There is sort of a hidden deliberation to follow the pattern otherwise love will be interpreted as other emotions which may be negative in the eyes of human definitions. There also this definitions, this reinforced meanings of non materialism, this tendency to conceptualize emotions happen within the human mind. What is it that we create out of all this? What do we create of ourselves? What do we become? Is love the sense of longing for someone or a particular object? Is it the sense of a subjective ownership of something and the sense of satisfaction of being with it, controlling it, monitoring its activity… or is it more of a letting go, a sense of sacrifice, a point of realization that happiness is outside of us, that being content by owning something is just selfishness and not love. Well, the other way to explain this is to simply define Love as selfishness, just plain selfishness in its most pure form. So what is so good about loving someone? It can be ultimately a big farce created by us to just feel happy by the sense of owning. Owning, being with someone or something that complements our convenience, “She takes care of me” “He knows my every likes and dislikes” “We both are made for each other” , all these are, more than sentences, they are statements of a mind which seeks to fulfill its sense of longing to live in this world without any of its torments, its disappointments, its failures, its guilt, but rather hide all that in this entity that is there ‘loving’ them, mind needs to escape as a sort of purgation, but not by reference to their karma but rather as a definition of their own self and its priorities. We all attach this feeling of nobleness to love, a selfishness which is very noble and the person who is going through this is idealized and romanticized by poets and writers. ‘The pleasure of Possession’ that’s love for most of us and does love work that way? Does Love have to work any particular way? Like a neatly mowed piece of grassland, does it have to be all defined, expected, returned, lost etc. I think it’s high time we should just let Love be itself…just let it be!
“You have forgotten the One
who doesn't care about ownership,
who doesn't try to turn a profit
from every human exchange.”
― Rumi
