A conversation with a friend triggered a thought process. It was the most tried and tested topic of all times.Yeah, what else but love.Love a security blanket for some people,the light at the end of the tunnel for others...... A stranger you want to talk to but you can't cause you don't know the language , to most. For me , till now love has been a Concept. I have believed that it is something made of everything that is pure. I have thought that it is something that would be available in abundance if the world had been perfect.But since our world is so flawed, i have thought that the concept has become so complicated that we can only dream about it but never understand it let alone achieve it.
But I revisited that thought today. Is it so complicated that we cannot understand it , or is it so simple that we have ignored it? Is it not love that a mother feels when her baby first smiles at her. If so then what is so complicated about it? Is it not love when you share your sandwich with a friend even when you are hungry? When your friend is crying and all you can do is hug her and hope to ease the pain? When you move a puppy away from the dangers of a busy road?When you save a movie ticket stub for years , just because you watched it with someone special?When you die for your country just because you were born there....when you smile at a stranger on the street ....when you say thank you ...when you clasp the hand of someone who has no hope left anymore..... When you pray for ones you never knew and will never know , just so their suffering is eased..... When you sit in front of your t.v and cheer for your team even when they can't hear you...
What is it but love? Why is it looked upon as the gold at the end of the rainbow? Why is it hyped up so much that the very essence and purity that love is made of gets marred by jealousy and anger. Why do we keep searching for something we already have? I have come to realize something.Everything is a circle. We keep looking forward to something we so desperately want ,that we never realize that we actually left it behind.
