If I was to answer the question – What is the meaning of life? – I would answer it with one word, Love. Love is a main theme in my novels. I truly think that we are here to practice love, experience love, see love, give love, and eventually, become Love; all to be closer to our Creator. When I think about this, each one of us is a Love story in this universe. I think that animals and all nature exist as a portal to Love, so we don’t feel so removed from it. To truly love is not easy, but it is our deepest nature. Although some people might describe me as a loving person, in general, I think love doesn’t come easy to me. I’m a bit reserved and I don’t trust easily. I sincerely admire people who do, and seem to be heartily open to anyone. Some people seem to love so easily. I have to admit that through the years, after experiencing life – backstabbing, lies, people trying to use me, and seeing how humans turn against each other for the most frivolous and materialistic reasons, my trust diminished and my love is cautious.
One easy way to fall out of love a bit at a time is to watch the news everyday. It truly discourages any hope and faith we might have left, as far as the human race. Sometimes, it feels as if “the bad guys are winning,” to put it in simple words. Sometimes, love feels far away; other times, I wake up feeling as if the whole world hurts inside me. On other days, I wake up feeling the deepest love towards this planet and the people in it. It is puzzling to me. However I might feel in a particular day, one thing is very clear to me, and that is that Love is all there is, the universal truth, language, and reason. That, in itself, is reason enough to understand a bit of my existence. Love might or might not come easy to me or you, but we know that it is the purest expression, and something to cherish as well as to give away. If I could only say one prayer to my Creator it would be – Let me be love.
My next novel, which title I have not decide on yet, deals exclusively with the theme of love. I leave you with a few lines of poetry I wrote after thinking about this.
Where is the Love?
North, South, East, West
In search of love,
the Earth I swept.
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Nothing I found, empty my quest
buried my heart,
deep in my chest.
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To God I asked, feeling unrest
How can I love,
when there’s none left?
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His voice I heard, Love in itself.
You did not see,
you only searched.
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Didn’t you see Love everywhere?
Amongst the thorns, a flower bloomed
Asleep the seed under the moon?
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For you, a bird sang,
the night gently cried,
diamonds for you, the morning dew.
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The sun, the moon
the sea, the stars,
and the beat of your heart.
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The song of creation, man, woman, and child
The seed deeply grows,
in everyone’s heart.
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The newly born
A mother’s smile,
The hungry eating from another’s hand.
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The tired old man on his death-bed sang,
the homecoming song,
ready to depart.
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A man and his wife rebuilding a life,
A pastor at dawn,
Praying for his flock.
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Infinite prayers from Earth fly above,
night and day I receive this love.
If you care to see, my child, you will see only Love.
Inkspeare 