The Lamp called Love

 

You need light to dispel darkness. Similarly, to remove thousand and one individual and collective ailments, you need the single pill, the dose of love. It's the most effective healing therapy for mind, body and soul. Hate is the parasite afflicting the self, eating away the blossoming prospects of your growth and evolution. Love is the nutrient that is meant to blossom your potential, to fulfill the mission, to shake hands with your destiny.

Love is the magic wand that turns you grateful for the small-small things coming your way. It turns you forgiving, enabling you to avoid many a peril, keeping the chances of remedy and correction still alive for someone. And with gratefulness and forgiveness, there gets ripened the fruit of kindness, the best strength in a human being. With just kindness you have so much to offer. Your empathy triggers huge constructive waves in the cosmic womb.

A loving emotion is all pervading. It leaps over your fears. It jumps over your insecurities. It penetrates the shell of your inhibitions. It punctures the balloon of distress, setting the stale air free. And once all this happens, you feel liberated. This freedom enlarges your perspective. You come out of the self-created dead-ends. You feel like standing on a mountain top and smile at the small gullies where you felt lost and cribbed and poured anger and hate. Now you realize that all those were simply the means for you to reach here.

The most profound memories are sepia-toned love moments. Even at your worst, even if you stand justified in your fury, you won't become nostalgic about the chaotic moments when you lost it and the storms blew. It proves the innate nature of human beings, the loving nature. It's love without reason.  

Compassion and love are the absolute necessities. This world can survive without hate and fury, but not without love. Love is soul's gravity, keeping it relevant. It has to have this force. Everything floats off into oblivion without it and the whole lot turns meaningless in one stroke.

Hate is the stone that drags you down. Love is the airy cloud, taking you to panoramic flights to give you the glimpses of the eternal muse. Heart is a dark place without love. So come and light up your little lamp as we try to put it in words.  

Self-love is the seed of the all-loving tree to sprout. So love yourself. Kindly don't commit the mistake of clubbing your overblown passions, ambitions and hot pursuits in life with self-love. These are the tricky illusions that dupe the self in taking them as self-love. Self-love is totally free from nagging externalities. It’s the prelude to your all-loving journey. It’s the launch pad that hurtles you into the orbit of bliss. Well, no wonder the journey starts with self-love not self-negation.

Human beings are mentally and physically wired to love. Love is the master key that unlocks the chest of phantoms and the evil progenies scamper away. They don't want to stay with you. Just that you cling to them, in a sort of self-injurious addiction. Love is the sunshine that sustains the garden called life. Without it, you have the gloomy, frigid silhouette, no life, no living.

Friedrich Nietzsche says: "We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving."

Kindness, compassion, laughter, joy, freedom, happiness, all these and more are simply different recipes made of the same grains, love. There is an element of magical beauty to the things done with love. You hardly work if you love your job. No relationship is a burden if love is at its core. No goal is tiresome and devoid of compassion if you have a loving approach.

And if you still need to be told what love looks like, kindly listen to Saint Augustine: "What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like."

Michelangelo says, “Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.”

Death surely will be one of the wings. Question is: Do we have the other wing to carry us onto the destination?