not that kind of love
so here we go again, my attempt at writing something meaningful or, hopefully, capturing today's stream of consciousness for my future self. hey buddy!
i've gone over everything i wrote in my diary in the last few days to make sense of it all. one thing that stands out is the idea of love.
i'm not talking about romantic love where you're crazy passionate. i'm talking about the love that brings fairness to a situation, the love that considers others, the love that removes ulterior motives from your mind, the love that makes you a person of character.
this type of love leaves no room for regret, gives your life a good taste, makes the world a better place, and propagates further.
now i'm trying to sound fancy just because i've decided i'm going to publish this. but doing that is actually not love—it's approval-seeking. it could quickly become manipulative and impure.
what if i stop thinking of you for a while and write this because i believe in this idea? that would bring me joy and fill me with love. that's what i will try to do today.
love makes you feel free. it doesn't (try to) control the narrative of your life. it can come in many forms — advice, help, or even tough feedback — but none of this comes with an ulterior motive.
love allows you to be courageous and let great ideas pass through you. have you ever experienced your ignored idea coming to life after a few months? that's because someone had enough courage in their heart to actually go ahead and do it.
love makes you devotional — not the religious kind of devotion but one that pushes you to put out the best quality work in service of something beyond yourself.
love helps you make the good decision in a bad situation. it guides you gently into a future that is in tune with nature. it's a future that makes the most sense to the invisible hand that is moving things forward.
love makes you vulnerable. i'm not talking about weakness; i'm talking about vulnerability. vulnerability is your ability to put yourself in a situation where you might get hurt, but you still do it because that's the right thing to do.
i believe my diary to be my unconscious. it has a life of its own, and i don't want to ignore it when it's trying to tell me about love. i wish to live a life with more love in my heart.