Like any girl in love, I used to tease David by asking him, “do you love me?”, hoping to hear his confession of love for me. But instead he would ponder for a moment, and with a straight face asks back, what is love?
Indeed, what is love?
Love is a feeling, a state you are in, and words fail to describe it. Languages are meant to communicate your thoughts, which come from the mind. Therefore words actually become a barrier when expressing your feelings, since thoughts and feelings cannot co-exist at the same time. You are either thinking or feeling, and if you are thinking about it, then the feeling is already gone.
But how do you define love?
One may say, love is to give without seeking anything in return, it is to accept things as they are, and what brings the best out of all of us.
I say, we are love.
When we strip away all the labels that define ourselves, like “mother” “father” “husband” “wife” “woman” “man” “doctor” “teacher” or even “yogi”, what’s still left of us?
It is love.
The state that no action is needed to love, because you are the source of love itself, and that love emanates from just by being yourself.
Love is seeing the light in yourself, and being one with that light.
Love is freedom.
Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something- and it is only such love that can know freedom.
― Jiddu Krishnamurti
So now I don’t ask David if he loves me or not, I feel it, just like how I know LSS the cat loves me too.
I hope you can also feel my love for you.