Never see love as obligation, let it flow freely straight out of your heart. Nor compel a soul to love you, for that will sound like your love was a favour and you're now demanding that it be paid in return. How far have we tarried away from the vast expanse of love to the limited confines of our minds, finding even reasons to love someone and excuses not to love someone. Love simply doesn't work that way, my friend. It is too divine to be contained in your box typed dimensions - too narrow, with corners and edges. Love is like the morning breeze that arrives out of nowhere. You'll feel it, playing with your hair, caressing your face, running between your fingers. But you'll never know from which direction it comes and to which direction it heads. All you know is that the experience is real, when the cool heavenly breeze arrives, you'll know and you'll feel it, permeating beyond your skin, a feeling you can't deny. But alas for us humans, we tend to shrink the size of anything that gets into our hands. We tend to adulterate something as pure as love when it arrives at our doors. We rush to give it a name. We rush to bind it with a contract and a thousand terms and conditions. We narrow it down to a single point and hang the entire ocean of love on a single thread which can be cut loose even by the feeble sharpness of a pin. What was supposed to pull us out from the confines and the limits of this world, the very phenomenon that came us to liberate us from our shackles and fetters, we chain that very saviour. We point our finger to a certain direction whereas it is encompassing that it is everywhere. Love, my friend, isn't something that could be contained, it is here to deliver us from our own pain. Yet here we are, as miserable as God's most miserable creation, strangling our own necks with the very rope which was handed down straight to us down to earth to lift us to heaven, here we are, tying us up ourselves, binding us to one another. Love, dear heart, must be born of the heart and given freely of it, unrestrictedly. The day you seek it from any other place or the day you try to limit its scope is the day you've actually butchered it...
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