Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Perfect Love

‘Why don’t perfect love stories have a perfect ending?’ One day a young man in despair asked the Master.
‘What is a perfect love story?’ Master asked smiling.
‘In which the lovers are always in love with each other with the same intensity, equal passion and nothing ever goes wrong, they never fight and there are no tears at all, no sadness, no sorrow, no downs, only happiness and joy and love,’ the young man rattled breathless. Obviously he was suffering from some great agitation.

‘My young friend, the way you describe perfection in love, that way such perfect love stories will never have a perfect end because if such a love story existed then it would never end. Perfection is everlasting, unchanging, timeless and forever. But such a phenomenon does not exist in our universe. Only in our wishful dreams. But do not despair, we can find other kind of perfection, the imperfect one, the one full of flaws, ups and downs, sadness and joy, tears and smiles, the perfection of nature; the natural perfect love story and we can learn that from the seasons.’

‘But I have lost faith,’ the young man interjected. He had lost hope.

‘Only those who believe that the sun will never rise once it sets in the evening, lose faith and hope. But no matter how long or how dark the night may be the sun always rises. And look at nature, the perfect love story around us. The seasons come and go, in spring the flowers bloom and we all are happy, in the summer the fruits ripen and we cherish them and we are all happy again, in autumn it is time to bid goodbye to all that we hold dear and to let go, the trees shed their leaves, the flowers melt into the ground, all green and joyful turns brown, red and ochre but it is so colourful so mysterious because in autumn we see the change and rebirth and then in the winter comes the cold and the snow, when we shiver and pray for some warmth, when the cold winds rattle our bones and homes, but we find in this joy too since it is necessary for the snow to fall and seep into the ground making it ready for the spring. And deep within each of these seasons happiness, like the seeds, lie deep within for us to find or hope for and patiently wait to sprout again. For it will come again. And what do you think the sun, our eternal sun, is doing all this while!

‘Whether you look up into the sky to curse the heat from its core or to pray for warmth that sun offers selflessly, all through the year, each morning, no matter at what time, it always rises, though from different positions, from different angles, with different hues, it rises for sure, to keep us alive, to light our world with love and hope and faith. For us to believe in the recycle of life and love. That is a perfect love story my friend and it never ends forever but it ends intermittently since our expectations are too perfect and ideal for nature to offer. If you learn from the seasons and from the sun, you will never lose faith.


‘Love is perfection the way it is offered, what makes it imperfect is the way it is received and then perceived and then treated. Don’t question why, how, what, when or how much; just accept it the way it is offered including all the changes that it will entail in days to come. The sun will always rise, may not be exactly from where you want it to or at the time you desire, but it will.’

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