Love
Love is just selfish contentment. Love is a spiritual status of attachment to someone who makes us feel good and validated. We need to feel surrounded by attention and achieve illusory proof to be an essential part of someone’s life. Being a part of another existence makes us feel complete, we are delighted and in a safe space. We struggle to get attention and to pursue even a small area of time in someone’s life. We adore the illusion to be part of another’s someone, but in the end, we don’t take care of what is our essence—ourselves as whole entities without seeking outside our individuality. Indeed, we are complete realities believing to be half-ourselves, disconnecting from our true self. We need affection. We desire attention. We crave space and time from another’s life. We look madly for emotions which are already in ourselves. We seek togetherness to overwhelm our lack of self-knowledge and self-love. Asking for attention and care, we find reassurance and create emotional dependence.
Nevertheless, it is a foolish illusion. We do choose to live in this big illusion, and hence we convince ourselves that we need someone’s love and care. In this way, we feel in a safe place like under the protection of soft and warm blankets. Love would be the safe place which rescues us from ourselves, avoiding to feel the void when we are left alone with ourselves. Thus we avoid looking at our reflection in the mirror of the truth. The truth scares us disclosing our real selves and natures. We do love the illusions which wrap our souls with a sparkling coat. But what does it remain once all the sparkles vanish? A spoil portrait of ourselves and hence we feel discontent, and we feel delusion and betrayal. Love is the support we believe to need to achieve happiness. Love is a golden cage which makes us feel valuable, powerful, vulnerable, dependent, fragile, proud and also deserted once we are left alone.
Esther Racah
