I don't wanna love you

It sounds bad, yes, however, how can we define that the perfect relationship is based on what? Age? Money? Compatibility? Character? I mean, yeah, some bit of each and much more, but what about love?

Everyone fears that word now a days, we have all of this, first world problems (yeah, in Colombia too bitches), the coffee has too much milk and the delivery didn´t get here in time, the cleaning woman messed up my mirror type of shit, you know, again, first world problems, the kind that don’t allow you to feel the real deal, to feel what is going on with that coffee, experience who made it, what was the feeling that was felt by making it, perhaps what was experience that made that delivery late, or what happened to that woman that made her scratch that mirror, was it, inexperience? Lack of care? Inability to differentiate what is expensive? Experience life! or, should I not tell you what to do? Perhaps you don’t like to be told what to do, in which case I won’t tell you what to do, however, think about it.

So first and foremost, after all this pouting, let´s define what is love, shall we?

Love, oh love, when I was a child, I was told that love was the very best of life, as shown by an older sister that spoiled me rotten but lovely and then you grew up and realized… Fuck!

To me, love is a deity, as I interpret her, a woman goddess, WOMAN, very woman, with infinite love to give, but also a very sutile toxicity, a perfect elixir that balances life and death, happiness and anger, the all beautiful goddess that represent all in life, from birth and the first breath (the mother of it all, after all) [happy mother’s day, by the way] very feminine on her ways and very prone to peace, happiness and beauty, LOVE is that, the meaning of existence.

So we continue as humans the path of vanity and comparison of all things, where we are constantly fighting to be the ones with more cars, clothing, even women (I’m a man), and if more is not enough, then there’s the better, mine’s better, is Fendi, mine’s louder, mine’s more pure, more concentrated…  so on and so forth, it goes on and on….

They lack the understanding that love is not only to sleep together, to cook for each other, to do what is supposed to be done, to get married, to be just, to be romantic…

There’s more love in an “I’m proud of you” than in a romantic dinner with all of the good dishes but that’s a shoreness of a feeling, right?

There’s more love in cooking a daily meal for two after being tired of a long and complex day than a perfect Swarovski crystal on a Sunday night.

There’s more love in a bread that was homemade with the burnout of your hands, enjoying every single fight that that flower was making, when we shift the focus of our set of rules for what is important or not, that’s when the magic happens, that’s when we are finally able to appreciate life for what it really is, a short, brief experience.

Personalize your love, make those who deserve it have it, be your cat, the one that whispers for food every single morning, but who’s ability to listen to your music outshadows his bratness, be your neighbour, daughter or the plant on the hallway, experience love, experience it before you stop feeling it, experience it before is too late to feel, commend yourself to love, let the goddess do her thing, allow her to come into you, make you become one with her and experience it her way, at least once, you won’t repent.

No, I don’t wanna love you, I want to share love with you, to say it more precisely. I want you to ride with me on a journey where there’s so much love to give, but so little willing to receive, thereof love can lead a path, to save humanity, to become aware, self-aware, to start driving the Maybach of our bodies, in a world that told us that our body was a bicycle, yes you heard it right, you were told you can pedal in a reality where you can -drive- If you catch my drift, the world was made for us to experience, and the only way to fully experience it is trough love.

Now that I got your attention reader, Would you join me in my journey?