作者 | 深圳鼎益丰马小秋
The author | Ma Xiaoqiu
When I was shopping in the supermarket, a girl’s talking with her lover on the phone caught my attention—“you don’t come and pick up me”、”Who you are with”、” You have given me your word to have dinner with me, but now you broke your word again”、”I won’t trust you any more”、” You must be intended to play with them. You are lying”, Her voice was so excited that I tilted my head a little, and beheld a girl with irritated and tearful looks. Actually this is a quite typical practice of today’s women and men falling in love.
When I was young, to tell you the truth, I was actually one of them. I even told my lover that the nature of love is selfish, and if it isn’t, it is undoubtedly fake love. In a word, I took a desperate endeavor to force upon my love my viewpoints. And accompanying such thoughts, a series of annoyance came into shape.
Love daily, and be annoyed daily. Love seems to have become the stronghold of our happiness and anger, and sadness and joy, where, most of the mortals busy themselves with one repeated song: Muddled Love: this is the love which can hardly be accounted for, and this is love which is so befuddled.It can hardly be more proper to depict human love by the word “fuddled”. Why do human beings fall into love with each other? Why it’s he or she not anyone else that is the object of my love? Why is love so selfish? These are the questions that have long bothered me, and the answer didn’t present itself until this moment.
As a life entity, human beings spring from repeated reincarnation, during the process of which, all sorts of desires come into being and with all kinds of habits and characteristics, we come to the mortal world, settling and propagating on the very earth nourishing an array of infatuations and desires. Why is it you that in the vast world and among the innumerous mortals I become desperately attached to? This is precisely the cause of the previous life. There is no unaccountable love in the world at all, nor is there any unaccountable hate. The emotions of love and hate are the cause planted by yourself in your previous life. And the meeting of him or her is the fruit of this life, after an understanding of which, then, the most important matter for us now is to fix problems perplexing us.
Everybody thirsts for happiness and everybody endeavors to dodge misery. The purpose of love is to make each other happy and merry. But the truth is that the deeper the love, the more painful the producer of it. In a love too much taxed with the caring about the objects of love, we are very likely to place ourselves unaware in the very danger of lumbering them with nearly all our attention and supporting points, and as a result unconsciously occupy and maneuver their freedom even without being aware that this way of love is not loving our lovers but ourselves. That’s the reason why the mortal’s love is actually a behavior of selfishness.
It’s impossible that our joy and happiness favor everyone else, but at least it is necessary for us to learn to make the one we love live and work freely, and by broadening bosom, make our love enduring. After all, the world of one is about meditation, and the world of two is about practice.
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