Do you see love or hatred when I say that I love my country? Loving my country could mean that I am proud of its culture, or I appreciate the underlying values or the power it has, or the leaders it has produced, or I am just committed do things for my country. It could be a combination of these and many. The problem arises when something either from my country or from another country undermine and ridicule the thing that I hold close to my heart. My reaction to that could be a hatred, a revenge taking mentality or something that is not normal to me.
You can check the history behind the monuments like Taj Mahal and Coral Castle. They are built in the name of love. Should the love be expressed in this way? Of course, this is just one way of it and not the only way. At times, madness and holiness are just a perception, and love is the reason for it.
How much pain a mother can endure for her child? That is limitless. Can she also do some stupid acts out of love? And some brave acts? We hear countless instances of all these.
The word “love” is very vague. You are in fear when your “love” is doing something dangerous. You are angry when your “love” is unfairly treated. You are sad at your “love’s” loss. You become braver when your “love” needs your heroic acts. You are heartbroken when you cannot save your “love”. Helpless, hopeless, stressed, depressed, cheerful, calmness, kindness, joyful … this list got too many and you can find that “love” is either directly or indirectly triggers them. Can we say that the love is the root of all the emotional causes, and every emotion is created because of love?
Source: Email forward A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk tur...
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