Zen & the Art of Being in Love

Posted by Freddy on Dec-6-2009

Love is always sweet in the memories, they say.

I had realized it when I joined a ship as a cadet, putting an end to my days in the campus. Thus the days of separation began.

All of a sudden I lost the presence of the girl who was close to my heart. I wanted to run back to the shade of that giant tree, share a joke with her and hear her laughing. I wanted to see her eyes. But I know I couldn’t.

My love for her just grew deeper. “The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost” I knew I won’t lose her; still a very strange and dark fear grew inside my heart. Love was biting me like hell.

I was rich with her love and I didn’t want to go bankrupt. If you have Love, you don’t need to have anything else, and if you don’t have it, it doesn’t matter much what else you have. I was paying the prize for succumbing to that irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

When you are in love your beloved is more important to you than yourself. Your happiness depends on her. Whenever she is happy so are you. Her one smile or one comment makes your day.

The desire for money or power could be quenched easily; when you have it you are happy. But that’s not the case when you want to possess a woman. You are trying to have someone in flush and blood, she has her own likes and dislikes, she has her choices and freedom, and she is an individual. In another words, when you are in love you are demanding the impossible.

But once your love is returned you are elated to a sublime state of existence. Love sets you free. Love, when scrutinized, is also a form of slavery. Love is contradictions.

Its thorns hurt and provoke you badly, sometimes severely. It keeps you weighting. But when you are in love, all of them are trivial.

Being in love is the season of spring you will have between the cradle and the grave.

And I love being in love.

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