From The Bottom Of My Heart

I am so fragile now I don’t have much idea what to expect. I am even afraid to expect, to hope or even to imagine. Yesterday was history, tomorrow may be a mystery, but it is a mystery I am very afraid of discovering because it holds very bleak promises as far as I am concerned now, in this state of question marks.

If my heart can be opened, you may see shrinking cells, trying to reach out, to grasp, but still shrinking because of the fear that what they are trying to grasp may be transparent.

I don’t know, I really don’t know.

I have a few questions running in my head.

Sometimes, why do people self-torture themselves by doing things that would not really make them happy?

Instead, why do they not do the things that would make them happy even knowing what they are?

Over the weekend, I found an interesting book in the bookstore which explains about love. A year ago, I came across that particular book in Kinokuniya. When it crossed my path again, there was no denying that I had to purchase it.

I have never really come across a satisfactory description of love besides in 1 Corinthians 13, which I hold to dearly, but that book has a complete elaboration on love which I found to be true, as far as human psychology is concerned.

Generally, love is not a feeling and is definitely not necessarily romantic. It is an activity and not sexual, although both can occur together.

Love is defined as the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth. Therefore, the act of loving is an act of self-evolution even when the purpose of the act is someone else’s growth. It is through reaching toward evolution that we evolve.

There, love as defined meaningfully with regard to the spiritual growth of the genuinely loving person and the beloved.

There was once I came across an article that encouraged, "Go all out to love a person (anyone at all) if your instinct tells you so. After all, there is no harm in loving a person, it only builds, both ways."

Besides, the world can definitely do better with more love around.

I have a few questions running in my head.

Sometimes, why do people self-torture themselves by doing things that would not really make them happy?

Instead, why do they not do the things that would make them happy even knowing what they are?

Over the weekend, I found an interesting book in the bookstore which explains about love. A year ago, I came across that particular book in Kinokuniya. When it crossed my path again, there was no denying that I had to purchase it.

I have never really come across a satisfactory description of love besides in 1 Corinthians 13, which I hold to dearly, but that book has a complete elaboration on love which I found to be true, as far as human psychology is concerned.

Generally, love is not a feeling and is definitely not necessarily romantic. It is an activity and not sexual, although both can occur together.

Love is defined as the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth. Therefore, the act of loving is an act of self-evolution even when the purpose of the act is someone else’s growth. It is through reaching toward evolution that we evolve.

There, love as defined meaningfully with regard to the spiritual growth of the genuinely loving person and the beloved.

There was once I came across an article that encouraged, "Go all out to love a person (anyone at all) if your instinct tells you so. After all, there is no harm in loving a person, it only builds, both ways."

Besides, the world definitely can do better with more love around.