Love Actually

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WTF is the Love Actually? Niket says something after half dozen pints, first word of the evening. By his pitch, we all knew it was not a question; it was perhaps the title of the lecture he was going to deliver. With increasing number of pints, greater feelings will flow, straight equation for boys.

“When our feelings are not reciprocated, we have a propensity to abhor it, aren’t we? “ – He asks.

Our identity and bullshit ego is entirely perceptive and pretended. Precisely this could be slighted or euphoric which implies that ego is an inconsistent, adjustable and mutable, in one word it is not flexible. Our individuality is speculative and dynamic. Invariably, we generate a daily report of our self-esteem much like a weather update. And still we are swift to conclude that the other person doesn’t understand us. The million dollar question is do we really recognize ourselves?

Whatever we do, we want something in return. We are all traders. We are traders in life, we are traders in virtue, and we are traders in religion. And alas! We are also traders in love.

They all say that love is eternal, love is unending and real love under no circumstances dies. Absolutely wrong. WTF, how can be this possible? The real love dies sooner than the unreal love, doesn’t it?

In contrary unreal love can live longer, because it is unreal, it can’t die hypothetically? It is like an artificial flower, which stays forever. If you are pretending, you can go on pretending as long as you want, you can fake it with makeup and fake smile, You can always you are happy, you can always act like life is a movie and there are cameras everywhere. But will you be doing justice to yourself? Whom are you fooling?

But what if something happens to you, I say something like real love happens to you and then one day it vanishes, evaporates - what can you do? You may have tears in your eyes but what can you do? It is no longer there. You had not brought it into life form, you cannot keep hold of it forever. You cannot prevent it. It is something beyond you. It just passes you like a wind, perhaps not even aware of you. You just came in the way, and the wind passed by, touching you, playing with your hair, playing with your body, soul and feelings — and went on.

And this idiot goes on turning his love into hate because again and again it went on, and again and again he hopes that it is going to be everlasting. Your whole love energy becomes hate.

True love is very momentary, but what a moment. Such that one can lose the whole of eternity for it, can risk the whole of eternity for it.

Why force yourself to be confined to one love? Nature does not intend it so. Nature intends you to know that love in as many ways as possible…. Each love is unique. There is no competition. There is no quarrel. And the more you love, the more enriched your being is. There is a kind of love which makes you free.

Niket continues. 

So I am the reason for the entire dilemma, the suffering, the anxiety, the despair. Only one thing I want to add: be intelligent. These troubles are not because love has gone; these are because you are idiotic. So if you have to leave something, leave your idiocy. But people leave loving, and stick to their idiotic mind. Be gifted, and then love will give you all the colours of the rainbow. One person may touch one part of your heart, but other parts will remain without growth. If you cling, then one part becomes a monster and all other parts shrink. 

Love blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be felt for the brief hour of its duration. Let love flow unconditionally, let yourself feel the rainbow.

P. S. I am not writing i love you here, just to say this concept and words are inspired from OSHO.