Compulsion is not a bad word, rather over a time it is very liberally used as synonym to limitation. Compulsion as I read, is a very passionate need, it articulate our thoughts which in turn motivates us. The myriad setbacks in life cannot be potent enough, to subvert the instinctive feelings of love. To extricate from the arduous trail of debacles, one needs to liberate the mind from the shackles of stifling customs and belief.
Liberation is an elemental core of our existence. Always question the validity of tortuous happening and remember that no question ever chokes; it facilitates liberation and that’s how we all survive. At times the wavering emotional and physical needs, viciously circumvent our thought of actions but that’s how we loose the sight…that’s when we drift and to fail miserably.
Do you wish to be a sitting duck, as an easy prey, for anybody to take a pot shot? World never gives a respite and first causality are those, who forget to believe in themselves. The cynical ploy with cosmetic icings entraps the millions and the weavers are, we only. Among us, there are many, who crown themselves as the only truthful custodian of the customs and they mercilessly castrate the love. They question love and to my dismay, among intelligentsia too, loving emotions are tossed as commodity of academic interest only. My foot, for them it is a case not beyond that; they live and act by their own rules but with fallacy of un-liberated mind. To them love is only a subject of literary interest.
Why love is most debatable subject? Why it sells? In on all fictional accounts of love, millions have been spent to create historic movies…plays were staged…soap operas churned money. But on the contrary, in real life, people are struggles, suffers, feel strangulated in the absence of passionate and inherent support in our society. Why is that love though adored so much by many, gets subverted by sheer academic explanation of convenience, that love is a piece of transitional cerebral arrest. To them with passage of time love would vanish or wean.
They talk about tester tone…dopamine with absolute insensitivity as if they only know…they only can define…do they have the divine right. Why don’t they understand and perceive that love is what we are today…Love is what we are going to be tomorrow. Love creates, it generates, it constructs, it gives birth to life, and it preserves the life. Love nurtures the life. Love is what we see, love is what we feel. Love is extended hand and arms...love is a finger for tiny toddler to walk on this earth….love is a dream...love is real…love is hug…love is smile…Love is silent but it speaks. Love is generous…love is kind. Think more; feel more and you will understand the enormity of love.
This life thrives on love…The instinctive cerebral secrecy, as I understand now is not the degenerating aspect of our loving existence; rather it’s an energy by which the life can preserved.
My friend this mind knows that love… and love… and love only can fetch good to this world…rest is superficial…rest is sundry…rest is provisional…LOVE IS ETERNAL