One of the most misunderstood words in human language is love. It is used as a substitute for almost all the worthless feelings that spring up as weeds in the vast farmland of our emotions. We use it to express feelings of concern, sympathy, fear, lust, affection, attraction, and so many other emotions, which are no way related to love.
Love is not a pleasant feeling that stimulates our mind once in a while. It is a force and intensity. When it clutches at our heart and leaves, it changes its beating rhythm forever. Love should not be mistaken for other things. We are betrayed again and again only because we have substituted a whole range of useless emotions for love. And that feeling of standing alone in a crowded room, one leaves us with when asked for love in return, is the proof of this stupidity.
We are love, love is our very nature, hence we go on looking for it in everything else. There is no meaning to our life if we stop searching for it; After all, what is a human experience if not for an expedition of love in search of itself. The only trouble is, we are searching for love exactly where it cannot be found; we are searching for it in the reflections of our emotions.
A rose flower only reflects the beauty that is already within us, by itself what does it contain. Every object of our desire eventually disappoints us because nothing can match the vastness and depth of love hidden within our own heart. There is only one place where love is not betrayed, where it is not mistaken, where it always finds its true match; when it is found within us.
It is only our depth and intensity of love towards people, places and activities that separate us from one another. The one who can harness enough of this internal force can attain to anything. In the journey of life; love is the light, the path and the traveler. There is no meaning to living if we cannot find love within us and find ways of spreading it.