When someone asked me to write about love

I had no idea.

Never really knew what it meant.
Never knew if I was ever in love with someone.
Or someone was ever in love with me.

People say it all the time. I said it just because that’s what you do.
It’s probably the most common phrase used in english.

“I love you.”

But I never had the actual feeling.

You know when you can’t fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams.
Or you feel like you’ve found your soul mate and all is good in the world.
Or when she’s right next to you and you fall in love with the way she falls asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Yep. That one. Never had that.

No idea what it ever meant, or what it was.
Until one day, I realized what the Beatles were singing about in “all you need is love”.
It goes like this:

“Nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It’s easy.
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.”

It has this really catchy vibe, and of course because it’s the Beatles.
So I was listening to it and then I realized, love isn’t something that enriches your soul, finds you your purpose in life, makes you a better person, and all that bullshit.
It’s really simple.
If you think about it, all we really have is time. There is nothing else that matters in the long run. And only love can make this time count. Nothing else. It can be loving your family, loving your friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, animals, trees, dirt, food, your iPhone, whatever.

In that context, I fall in love every single day with something, or with someone. Love doesn’t have to be restricted to just one person. Or one job.

It’s limitless. It’s freedom.
And people try to cage it with their social and religious norms every single day.
Let love be what it is.

and love.

Home and hearts

​It’s weird to leave the place where you grew up.

And that too, so many times.

You gotta do what you gotta do I guess.

But I’ve realized something doing this again and again.

Home isn’t a place.

When someone asks me, where’s home for you, I can never answer. Is it where I grew up? Is it where I live currently? Is it where I went to college?

No. Home isn’t a place.
Home is a person.

Many persons in my case. My own people who are close to my heart wherever they may be in this world.

So wherever I am, I am home.

Because we are together.

This one’s for you

Yes you
who’s reading this right now.

It doesn’t matter if I know you personally,
or if you know who I am.

It doesn’t matter where you come from,
or what your religion is.

It doesn’t matter if we’ll ever meet,
it just doesn’t.

What does matter is you.

A couple months ago, I thought to myself, is it possible to publish something everyday on this blog?

For those of you who know me, that’s a big commitment. Huge.
I can barely make it to class everyday.
But I was curious, how long can I keep doing this for?
A week. Few weeks. A month. Two months?
I didn’t know.

So I started, and so far everything’s been amazing.
Thanks to you.
The one reading this right now.

Because if it wasn’t for you, I would not have learned things I did about myself and other people while forcing myself to think and write and be creative every single day for last two months.

It’s because of you, I realized that my day becomes infinitely better when someone comments on a post and says how much they resonate with it and tell their story.

Your comments are my oxygen. It makes me believe in myself and people around me even more.
And criticism is what I thrive for.
So I can the best I can be.

And at the end of the day, we all are just well arranged dust.
So I promise you, that if we haven’t met, one day when we are both dust, we’ll find each other and together, we’ll fly all over the world.

So a big thank you.
I love you.

Eaten up

We’re all going to die.

All of us.

Sooner or later.

That alone should make us love each other.

But it doesn’t.

Instead, we are terrorized and flattened by trivialities.

Trivialities that mean nothing.

That matter the least in our lives.

And we hype it up.

We are eaten up by nothing.