What is love? We all do ask,right? Here I try to break down a few ideologies about this feeling! Love is about bottomless empathy, born out of the heart’s revelation that another person is every bit as real as you are. And this is why love, as I understand it, is always specific. Trying to love all of humanity may be a worthy endeavor, but, in a funny way, it keeps the focus on the self, on the self’s own moral or spiritual well-being. Whereas, to love a specific person, and to identify with his or her struggles and joys as if they were your own, you have to surrender some of your self. The big risk here, of course, is rejection. We can all handle being disliked now and then, because there’s such an infinitely big pool of potential likers. But to expose your whole self, not just the likable surface, and to have it rejected, can be catastrophically painful. The prospect of pain generally, the pain of loss, of breakup, of death, is what makes it so tempting to avoid love and stay safel
Dear future wife, It is with a joyful heart I write to you without any idea of whether you will read or not. That won't stop me from writing because initially writing is my thing. I would have written a book to tell you this but I realized that I might end raising false hopes for some. Ergo, I'll cut the long wiggling tail short and head straight to my issue like a thunderbolt. Life is an interesting experience but of late I have been thinking what interest will you come with. I have grown so fond of writing love stories and poems, not forgetting the beautiful ladies I dedicate poems to and feature their mouthwatering photos on my blog. Well, I'm not trying to tell you what I'm doing but trying to give you a heads up of what lays ahead of you. When I will ask you the golden question, believe me, I wouldn't mind if you hesitate for a moment. I am a risk you won't afford to engage with without risking a lot, please forgive I'm a nuisance and not hoping