Love is most likely a soul that resides in two bodies. And it is probably very quiet, almost shy. It does, however, have this amazing ability to see further than we can and understands far more than we can even grasp. Love has antennae. They’re set firmly around its head and they never move. They probably start vibrating, when everything is in place, but stand miserably still, when we start taking things for granted. I believe that love is a strong soul, which is terrified of self-absorbed people and those who still believe that everything must be. Perhaps my dad is right, believing that the only two things that we absolutely must do in life is pay taxes and die. Or maybe I’m simply part of that old generation that thinks it’s important to love, when a person deserves it least, because that is exactly when they need love the most.
Some say love is blind. I on the other hand believe that it is far-sighted, because it has to go very far in order to see things clearly. And it is then that it is able to say three of the most difficult words: I love you, please, forgive me, please, help me. And where are you in thin moment in life? Because yes, we’ve all been through various stages and we never return to the starting point, of course. Another reason why love is magical is that it is circular, it happens again and again and that is part of its charm. It’s as if we’re going to a school that never ends, but gves us so much new, different and interesting with every new class. And when you’re finally sure that you now know it all, it comes back with a slap, transforms your ego and makes you realize, what a tiny and powerless human you are in comparison to it.
While the brains search, it is the heart that finds. It’s not necessarily complementary, sometimes it defies logic and shies away from understanding, but I suppose souls have a way of communicating on a different level and we’re clearly not able to understand, how. Wayne Dyer once wrote that every acorn dreams of endless forests and Khalil Gibran added that the most wonderful thing in life is to find a person that understands you without surplus words. I could throw Shakespeare in the mix, who believed love is able to see through the eyes of the soul. It is never too late to become what we could be and it is no coincidence that I’m writing this at the beginning of a new year.. It’s no coincidence that we’re given a blank piece of paper to write our story on. Pastel. Fragrant. Genuine. And also meant to be ours, because every story is so individual that it is impossible to compare to others.
I became wise a few years ago. And writing these words down just now made me laugh out loud. We actually never become wise, but I became wise enough to sense the moments, when it is best to simply let up or let go. I focus less on obstacles, because sometimes there are none, but if you think about them too much, they eventually appear. I thought that a head must be filled with ideas, solutions, intentions, like a vast bowl just waiting for you to fill it with things. Then I realized that what it matters most is to be able to create a fire in our head, and this is most often lit up by love. It’s interesting, all the roles we play in life, all the responsibilities and we keep forgetting one thing that matters most: to be happy.
And when I became wise, I understood I would no longer fear arguments. I looked into the universe and got a clear message. When planets collide, chaos is created and from chaos stars emerge. Who knows, perhaps that is also love.
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