Every man creates his own hell and falls in love with it. He changes the definition of love so that it is possible for him to remain in the suffering. Now the name of love is "addiction" for him.
He says "love" that he is addicted, that he is connected with hunger and inner deprivation. Rather than love, it is the bright red flame of hell. It is a satiation and a desperate desire to fill the void within.
Love is independent. It is independent of people and situations. The undefined formless flowing through everything is that which you cannot pull anywhere, that you cannot use for a purpose. Love is that which exists independently of you and everything else. He is free, he is free.
Those who are scorched in their own hell cannot cope with love. They are eager to connect it to a situation, to a person, to take it from something, from outside. That is, they are those who seek love in form and have opened the door of the endless corridor.
You cannot touch "true love" without reaching a free mind and approaching real acceptance.
Because only a free mind is convinced of the existence of a formless reality.
A mind attached to stereotypes, traumas, identities, agendas, and governed by these, needs to shape, define and dominate love. He is incapable of seeing it as it is. It manipulates by passing it through its own filters. This manipulation is often attributed to people, situations.
You think that person gave love to you. You think that you can experience love in that environment. You believe that what makes it possible for you is out there, and that's exactly why you miss!
Love is not suffering, it is a way of being.
Independent of everything and everyone.
Just like you.
When you are independent of everything and everyone, you become love. Shapeless, unpredictable, unmanageable, circumstantial, you become "you".
Your existence is no longer dependent on the feelings and thoughts of others, you just exist. It has no adjective and or contains all of the infinite adjectives at the same time.
Without separation, without separation.
Defining your own hell, making it visible often comes with a feeling of "shame". There are lots of tools out there that you don't know how to use. You have anger, you have vulnerability, you have love, you have pain. And the fear and worry of their being visible makes you more dependent on your own hell.
You say you don't go out, let it burn. Your self-judgment for your outgoings triggers shame in you. You don't know where to hide. That's why you never open the lid of that hell, until it becomes unbearable, until you burst yourself with your own pressure.
The question is: Do you need to hurt yourself? Squeeze yourself until you shatter?
And beliefs, and reason. He attributes this explosion state to a power other than himself. Sometimes to God, sometimes to the being in front of you, sometimes to the unknown destiny. Again, it is not from you, you have received your help, punishment, account from an external mind, source.
However, freedom comes with responsibility. If you are ignoring your own hell, if you are not consciously working to transform it, then you are not taking responsibility for your life. It means you own what's yours.
A young man and an old man were sitting by the beach,
The young man asked the old man,
"What do you think a young person should do in life"
The old man answered without hesitation;
"Must read and work for success in school"
Young
"Well life, what is the key to success in life"
The old man stood and stared at the sea.
"Neither studying, working or trying is insufficient for success in life, there is no such thing as success in life, there is only luck and bad luck in life.
While studying, it is in his hands whether or not he takes the lessons first in a school, if he works, he can pass the exam.
But life is cruel, you take the test first and you learn your lesson. That's why I need luck in life.
Can you distinguish your own child, the being you gave birth to, the being you gave birth to? Can you ignore some of its features and states and prune it like a tree? Can you lock her in a room and hide it forever, just because she has things you "don't like" about her? Will you hold him captive? Will you stop loving him?
Our children teach us to love and accept no matter what. To be able to see the whole and how to balance that whole... To accept the formlessness.
Can you do the same for yourself?
Can you love as it is? Can you accept it as it is? Will you put aside the shame and let him live what he is?
If your answer is yes, you will become a love traveler, my friend. You become the "human" being who intended to be love itself.
For this, you become a fish in the flowing water, which does not need condition, comparison, form, and has the courage to exist like yourself. You go and you flow. You are on your way. It is you. You are on the course of your own path, in the euphoria of your own life.
Independent and free.
I must say that you have philosophically raised a lot of valid points towards what and how we should love... What is love if it's not free as a bed? I sometimes wonder why we want to change those we say we love. If it is true love, why then do we want to change them.
Love means being independent just as free as the air we breathe.