Between life and death

Those who do not know how to love suffer for love; it is the attachment, it is the ego, it is the obsession that is commonly called: a broken heart. Most of our sufferings are created by the wrong view we have of life. We want to live and we do not accept life, we say love life and we dread death; But how deluded we are, how weak of mind, how superfluous!

We believe that we love when we are only worshiped the image we have of us, and being trampled, we feel dying, we feel martyred and miserable because no one loves us; go that we are crazy about us, sick of ego, and very lacking in what we do not tire of mentioning, but we ignore its meaning.

We all have a philosophy of love, an idea, a concept of love. We have behavioral protocols regarding this topic, about what should be done and, should not be done when you love; therefore love is not the same everywhere; it is divided as well as the being that feels it, (in this case humans) in races, cultures, countries and creeds.

If love is a feeling, why do we think it, why do we make our thoughts minimize that which overflows us? Why love like that? so limited, so small, so humanly. What do we love? we love the water, the earth, everything that sustains and oxygenates us, do we love life? or we have not even touched it on ourselves. What do we see in the other? we see the impossibility made possible, the union of forces that are beyond our comprehension, and therefore appreciate that love lies unexplored because we have not dared to feel it otherwise; or we see only curtains of smoke rising from our own human prejudices.