For most people today Love means being loved, not being able to love. So much is expected of it and nothing is given to it in return, it is insulted, humiliated, misinterpreted to such an extent that due to all that lynch-mob atmosphere it has gone underground. Like a vagabond, it sneaks around in silence, lingers on street corners, listens to gossip about itself and rarely makes a public appearance. And, why would it, when it is, despite being the best, so badmouthed?
Love is blind. You’ll hear this only from those whose sense of touch is more developed than their ability to love, so they justify their blindness and urges by putting blame on Love for their own personal wrong choices. You’ll hear this only from those who confuse crotch tingles with Love. Love can foresee because It can see beyond the obvious and the external. Love is not just a relationship with a certain person, it is an attitude, not just towards an object but the whole world. Then a much bigger door opens to everything purified of the physical and the material.
Love hurts. Untrue. Life can hurt. Love – never. If it hurts, it’s not Love. Love can only heal. All those wounded by life, injustice, other people. It brings serenity, faith in a better tomorrow, helps those brought down to their knees get back on their feet, grafts wings onto those whose wings have been broken. If something hurts, have a thorough examination, it is definitely your ego. Usually, it starts with the wrong anamnesis and ends in long-term complications resulting from trying to cure the wrong disease.
Love is complicated. Only if it is observed as a calculation or the opposite of equation. Love is so easy and simple. If you feel you are not getting enough love, you should know you are not giving enough love. Yes, as simple as that. The Love that you give is actually the only one that remains with you.
Love has its expiry date. Maybe so, if you see it as a sweetener, something you can spread on bread or something that can go off. But if you have the same attitude to it as you do to water, air, the Sun, then you realise it is only your existence that can cease, but not its. That makes a distinction between those made to love and the ones made of Love.
Love dies with the passing of the years. Love never dies a natural death. We kill it. True love lasts forever. Even when the bodies of its owners cease to exist physically, it continues to live because it is talked about. You should know that if love could die, it was not love.
And, in the end that True Love, after being misunderstood, unfairly insulted that it is blind, that it hurts, that it is complicated, that it has its expiry date and that it is mortal, is told on top of all that It does not exist. Just because they do not have It. Those who are capable of saying all those things without any grounds perhaps do not deserve it because of that. It is most likely the reason why they do not have it, and not because it does not exist.
Translated from the Serbian by Svetlana Milivojević-Petrović
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