ई लोवे you

I love you!

The famous three words we never hear enough of in our life. Throughout our life span we keep looking, waiting and hoping for something to take us, or lead us, to our true love. Have you ever wondered where we can find love?

What really is this word “Love” that we keep repeating to that someone special in our lives? How many times do you tell your partner “I love you”? Do you really mean it, or do you just like to hear yourself speak? Or, is it just being said because it is part of the vocabulary that your partner likes to hear, or that helps make them feel secure about themselves. So what’s love in the first place? What does love mean to you? Where can we find it?

Before looking for answers, we need to establish things ourselves and understand the meaning of the word “LOVE”.

Love, in my point of view, is a flow of energy between two people that can bring awareness of their existence on this plane together, and this helps their relationship, and the harmony between them, to grow. If love is a flow of energy, basically it is not costing you anything so why do we hold ourselves back from truly sharing that love with someone else. Vulnerability, security, or maybe fears prevent us, but how hard are we really trying to achieve “true love”?

Love is already in your own backyard and we seem to have a hard time accepting this. To be able to accept love we need to learn how to give it in the first place. Love already exists in our “being” as humans share the most precious, intimate and secret jewel that is in our soul, our growth, and our spirit.

How much do you love yourself, or accept yourself for who you are? I am not introducing this question in an egoistic or selfish way. The amount of love you attract is really a reflection of the amount you give to others. We mirror what is already in us. You cannot get love from what you don’t have in yourself in the first place. The amount of time and effort you are willing to put into accepting, or inviting, true love to yourself is the same amount you are already accepting or giving to yourself? Are you ready to be in love? Ask yourself this question. Let go of your pride and fears, and invest in yourself. Think about it!

Do not allow one bad relationship to hold you back or stop you from investing in love again. Holding yourself back from loving someone is as equal to, or as important as, attracting love to your own life. We always look to receive love from another person but it is the contrary, you hold your happiness in your own hands. So open your heart and a new love will come and approach you. Don’t go too far to look for that true love. Just start searching for it within yourself!!! Sometimes it is hard to love ourselves because of different occurrences that have happened to us. We lose our own self-confidence and self-esteem. What I suggest, to renew your confidence in yourself, is a change of attitude. Appreciate yourself first, for who you are. Love yourself for who you are, and NOT for the way people want you to be, in their image. You are who you are, and if someone does not like you for what you are, then they are not the right one for you.

Now again comes the question - do you really mean it when you say to someone that you love him or her? Of course in my opinion, you need to distinguish between real love and infatuation. A person that showers his or her partner with material things or gifts usually has two motives. First, he or she is substituting one thing they can’t offer to their partner (love) and second he or she is hiding something from their partner (finding love somewhere else). Where am I going with this, just to say that love has no value attached to it? Either you give love from your soul or you don’t. Let’s just stop kidding ourselves by living a fancy unreal life. Love has no monetary value attached to it otherwise it would not be love. Love is a flow of energy so how can we place a price on it.

Until you find true love in your own heart, embrace every moment and enjoy your exploration of life and what it can bring to you.

Remember, love someone for who they are and not for the way you want them to be. Appreciate them as human souls. Happy discovery!!

Sanzeevlogy

Iam sitting under a tree in this hot sun, waiting for someone to drop a coin. Yes, I am a beggar. Not a born beggar, but a brought-up beggar. Looking back to where I started. My dad was working in a rice mill in that arid village, where the mill owner is everything for everyone there. Dad died after inhaling husk in the mill for several years. He died young, though. Mom was given a job there until she quit, to escape from the mill owner’s harassment. To get away from mill owner’s hunger, we had to live with our own hunger. Well, yeah I had no chance for schooling as I was condemned as an evil son who caused father’s early death.


To save my mom from chronic coughing, I tried a job in the only thatched restaurant in our village. I was a table cleaner along with another kid whose mom was a “friend” of the owner. He cost me my job by stealing from owner’s cash box. The blame came on me as his mom told the owner “my son is as clean (!) as me”. I had no choice than to get beaten up and thrown out of the village. My mom had no strength to defend me and I still remember the looks in her face that day. Her face was begging me to run away from that village and find a fortune. Atleast, that’s what I assumed from her looks and that’s what I did. I ran away to the town to find my fortune there. I walked around looking for some fortune. The town amazed me. The cars, buildings, people and everything. What keeps them so busy? What makes so many vehicles to ply around? I passed through so many shops, restaurants, houses and offices where no one even noticed me. I was wondering if anyone would know that I didn’t eat for days, that I didn’t bathe for days. I was longing for love and care more than food. As I passed through some houses, I saw that even pet dogs have the love and care from their owners. What happened to a human being like me? I felt like crying. I did. I cried sitting under a tree. I cried until I felt weak and dry. I could see many passers-by. No one cares I am crying. No one cares if I am weak. Why should they? I am nobody for anyone.

Then, I heard a fling of a coin. A coin dropped near my feet. I looked up and saw an old man passing by, even without looking at me. I wondered if he dropped that coin. I guess, he did. Hey, what is he doing? Why? I wondered, why? It took time to realize. My god, did he think I am a beggar. Yes, he did. I wanted to call him and tell that I am not a beggar. That I am not sitting here for money. But, I was so weak and couldn’t raise my voice. I looked at him like he hit my dignity. He was gone through the crowd, out of my site. His coin was there, lying next to me. I was looking at the coin. My mind was empty, my head was empty. Above all my tummy was empty. What do I do now? Am I a beggar? Do I look like a beggar? Did I come for this to the town? Is it what my mom wanted me to do here? Is it what is called a fortune? YES, was the only answer that flashed through mind for all my own questions.

I had no choice. With tears filled in my eyes, I picked up the coin. I felt the coin was so heavy as my heart. I did thank the old man for offering me a new career, unknowingly. My parents couldn’t give me food, clothes, education and a place to live in. This man has given my a career. I am happy that I am one of those beggars “Made in India”.

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