What if I say that our idea of love is conditioned
by the roles we play in our lives – a daughter, a mother, a father, a lover, a
husband, a colleague?
What if I say that the roles we play are
conditioned by the stories and fables we have grown up with – that we are
expected to behave in certain ways if we are to be a perfect wife, a perfect
son or a perfect grandson, a good friend?
What if I say that we limit our capacity to
love by putting it within definitions – romantic love, motherly love, love for
the dog, love for a best friend?
What if I say that real love exists outside
these roles and definitions – because love is just simply love, anyway?
What if I say that love is vaster than the
realm of the human world – that love pervades the land, animals, trees, Earth
and beyond?
What if I say that we are all capable of
loving every human, every living soul - be it a tree, an insect, an animal -
with as much fierceness as the person you love the most right now?
Can we uncondition ourselves enough to know
that what we think of love is just a shadow of the real thing?
Can we uncondition ourselves enough to know
that by defining love, we are trying to encompass the universe within a tiny
box?
Do we have the courage to open our hearts
to the real Love?
