The point is LOVE

This post has no focus, has no topic, has no purpose.

The only purpose is perhaps for me to sit down and write something and imagine I have some brilliant new insight into life, or love or whatever else. But I have none. I have no insight today.. sorry…

There’s a saying that the wise speak because they have something to say whereas the fools speak because they have to say something. Today, I feel like being a fool. And today I’d like to say these few completely random, awkward lines, in no particular order:

A gift is something that can only be given, never demanded. Love is the ultimate gift you can give someone.

Sacrifice is the ultimate expression of love. Hence love and sacrifice, which are synonym with one another, are the greatest gifts you can give someone.

The fruits and benefits of love that people enjoy are never from the love they selfishly demanded, but the one's they gracefully received, unasked for.

Love can sometimes feel liberating and empowering. It can make you soar in the sky, float up in the clouds. You feel strong and invincible. You feel like you could brave the seas and climb mountains. You’ll do anything; travel thousands of miles, relocate to Cambodia, migrate to a foreign land, risk life and limb, rob a bank (not recommended), stick your neck out, get in trouble, learn a new language, give up meat, run a marathon, give something up… You’ll do it. You’ll do it because you love.

Love can sometimes feel like a binding chain. It makes you feel constricted, bound and trapped. You feel like you are obliged to do this, or say that, or act in a certain way. You no longer make decisions solely on what you want, and what's best for you. You think in terms of what the other person might feel, because the consequences of your decisions affect not just you anymore. You lose your sense of complete freedom. Some people tell you that’s not love. Some people tell you that’s not how love is supposed to feel. But trust me, that’s love too. Only difference is, that one is love for yourself.

Someone asked me how you’re supposed to love someone if you don’t have any feelings for the other person. Other people said that you aren’t supposed to just rely on your feelings all the time; love is more than just about feelings. And it doesn’t mean you don’t feel anything for that person, you can still love them. Bull crap.

Yes, love is more than just feelings. Yes, you aren’t going to feel ‘in love’ all the time. But if you wake up one day and look at your partner, and feel nothing at all for them; no affection, no endearment, no joy, no anger, no annoyance, no impatience, nothing at all. If you feel nothing at all, then something is seriously wrong. Love fills you up, one way or another. If you feel hollow, something is missing; and that’s love.

People say love is an act. CORRECT. You act in a loving and life giving way, because somewhere really deep in your heart, you still KNOW YOU HAVE LOVE FOR THEM, even if you don’t feel it at the moment. How do you know if you have love? Listen to your heart.

Faith; an intrinsic believe of something you don’t always (or ever) see, touch, hear or FEEL. But you believe in its existence anyway. If you find it hard to believe in God, at least believe in love. Have faith that love does and can exist in the hearts of others, and also in your own heart.

Then realize that love is a manifestation of God.

People say that in its purest form, love is supposed to be completely selfless. There is no place for selfishness if you love someone. When you love someone / something, you think only of their benefit, and of their good, forsaking your own needs. But that’s untrue. Because even after you forsake your own needs, and feelings and wants and do what is best for the person you love, you are still being selfish. Because the person you love is now an extension of yourself. And what good you do to them, is a good you do to yourself too.

That’s why, when you give or do something for someone you love, you feel more like you’ve gained rather than loss.

An author naturally writes about what's closest to his heart given a blank sheet. We are all authors of our own live stories and we all end up shaping our lives around the thing closest to our hearts. And that was, is, and will always continue to be love.

I think I was wrong…. This post, along with my life, does have a point after all.

The point is LOVE.