Reflection: Speaking of Love

Our darkness is rooted within the desire to love and be loved. In the same vein, one could say that we are using this darkness as a shield against our vulnerabilities. It's easier to point fingers and ruminate in our pain than it is to admit that we long for something softer and gentler. There is a lot of collective trauma that is happening in our world, and I'd like to think that the main cause of it is the absence of love. Our insipid reality has been infected with fear, confusion, and gluttony. It isn't about taking care of each other anymore, it's about taking from each other and love plays a huge part in that. We have objectified love, masticating it into a shallow pulp. I wonder what love was like before we could express it through poetry and gesture. What does love look like when you release expectations of what is has to look like? It seems the liberation of love is something that we have not mastered. When love fades away, we hold onto it even tighter - but is that really love? I think if something was really love, you wouldn't have to hold onto it. The absence of fear is love, and so emotion that is fueled by fear isn't love at all. It seems that no matter how much we give, humanity is still grieving. Maybe kindness, empathy, and compassion is cultivated within deprivation. We see each other a lot more clearly when there's nothing standing in between us. I wonder if when we are dispossessed of this materialized illusion that we call existence we will finally understand the energy that is love. So much for parading and capitalizing on the power of love, you can't stuff a broken heart with flowers.