Off tomorrow on a trip to one of the most fascinating places in the world. A city called Hampi, in Karnataka, a UN world Heritage site. But that says nothing. Impossible to describe it’s uniqueness sitting here in Bangalore, so I’ll try to do it from there, with some pictures. For a sneak peek though, go HERE and click around. Ancient, ancient magic everywhere. Beyond description. Please dig around on the site if my posting from Hampi is delayed.
For today’s thoughts, I want to share my views on what I consider one of the most overused and now largely empty/hollow words that rings around us all the day, all the time, in our books, on TV, in the movies, on the radio, in our conversastions…. Love.
Having strong feelings about this topic, I’ll keep it short so I don’t go too long! 🙂
We hear it all the time in different aspects of our lives. I love you honey, l love you son, I love you mom, I love Bangalore, I love New York, Love dramas, love festivals, love is all we have, love can heal everything, love thy neighbour…. and on and on and on. First love, second love, love lost, won, found, sought…. I think, harking back to my earlier post on sex and death, sex is the undertone, death is the overtone and love(spoken) is, especially in it’s current form the dissonant tonal expression of our collective existence.
Individuals of course have unique experiences, I’m speaking here of us as a species.
So what’s the problem?
We say it too much and do it too little. Everywhere I go, conversations I’m a participant in or overhear, everybody is telling everybody else how much they love them. Sure, we say it a lot. As often as we can. As if by saying it enough, we could convince ourselves and the object of the said word that love, indeed, existed.
But I do not see equivalent action. And through overuse, again and again and again, the word has lost it’s resonance. Say it with love.
I say do it with love.
Enough of this love talk already. Love is not a word, it is an active, dynamic connecting entity. Saying love a million times will not make you a lover. Doing loving things a million times will.
See my point, mien punkt?
Like most other things in our de-vitalized existance, we cannot do much anymore. Our voices, our actions lack authenticity. But we live in our heads and are quick to speak. We can say and say and talk and talk till we are blue in the face. But we lack the vitality to do things with the same intensity or resonance.
And in my eyes, love is the prime example. Saying I love you has become a cheap substitute for DOING I love you. Except on the Archie’s Card Designated Day for loving X. Say it with a card on Father’s day. Say it with flowers on mother’s day. Say it.
We need to become doers again. Out of our heads and into our bodies, our hands, into our real, tactile existences.
Let us love, not just say we love. It has a hollow ring to it today. See how quickly it fades away in most cases?
In fact, I stopped using the word in my life. I let it build in me. I held my tongue when it leapt there and instead did something. And the less I said it, the more I could do it. Tangibly. And the people around me responded in kind, the one’ s who got it. The one’s who had only words to give and expected words in return fell off, and just as well.
Hold your tongue and let your eyes, your hands and your actions speak for you, especially when it comes to love.
Your life will be muchhhhhhh the richer.