Some people see love as a possessive attachment that eventually ends in misery. In such a case, “love” is just an extension of the ego. But true, unattached gratitude for life, its beauties and its challenges, is a higher form of love. Without this kind of love, no, life is not worth living.
Why slog through the toilsome days merely surviving so you can end up a corpse anyway? A life without Love-of-Life feels that way. It seems pointless. It is important to realize that Love-of-Life is never dependent on someone else. One day they may love us and the next day they are cold to us or are gone. That is not the love I am referring to. I mean the love that comes from within our own hearts and souls.
This is the kind of love that makes life worth living. It’s great to be loved by others but all that is impermanent and can change with time and circumstance. But the deeper love in our hearts is our union with the Universe itself. It is the source from which miracles and wonders arise, making each day of life a new adventure.
Why slog through the toilsome days merely surviving so you can end up a corpse anyway? A life without Love-of-Life feels that way. It seems pointless. It is important to realize that Love-of-Life is never dependent on someone else. One day they may love us and the next day they are cold to us or are gone. That is not the love I am referring to. I mean the love that comes from within our own hearts and souls.
This is the kind of love that makes life worth living. It’s great to be loved by others but all that is impermanent and can change with time and circumstance. But the deeper love in our hearts is our union with the Universe itself. It is the source from which miracles and wonders arise, making each day of life a new adventure.
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