26 August

Once in awhile an occasion warrants close examination, a scrutiny with honesty of motive and desire. And this occasion of which we speak is cause for celebration; falling in love with someone is a special time, no doubt.

But what is meant by the falling, and why are such emotions, strong, reserved for another almost exclusively on song? Is this person perfect? Do they really have no flaws? Does anyone honestly expect this feeling to be eternally endured?

Here we talk of passion, and this is an important distinction. Passion is a wondrous thing, and sadly lacking in the everyday. But true passion is not attached to anything external to a self largely conscious and unafraid.

When we fall in love we actually love ourselves. The feelings thus aroused make us feel good, and we then project this mood to the other conditionally by saying “give me more of the same”. True love is not passion, and true passion is not falling in love. And whilst both are important in one’s life, their misunderstanding is the source of all disillusionment and sorrow in this world.

Imagine, if you can, a life where, day by day, all you know is love unconditional, and all you do is fuelled by passion, silent and strong. And imagine that this scenario could still exist even when you are alone and without an occupation, quietly contemplating the all that is.

It is this constant, balanced source of love and passion that we seek, and not the fleeting, artificial notion about which we so often speak. Attaining these new heights comes naturally, unforced, and will be realised by one and all in due course.