If love is a person…

Imagine Love as a person. We live in a world where we ask a lot out of love. We ask that love is all encompassing, forgiving, forever, perfect, kind, caring, fair, passionate, affectionate and selfless. It’s a wonder why we’re so gravely disappointed when love is not what we expected. Perhaps love is flawed because we’re all so human and beautifully imperfect.

We love Love so much that we created marriage. It’s like giving Love a job title. We make money from love, we get high on love, we wait for love, we play the love game, we’re hurt by love, we love love songs, we read and write sonnets about love – “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…” We define love, and we absolutely love seeing people fall in love, romantically, irrevocably and helplessly.

We can love in so many ways and yet show love so differently.

In the face of love, we’re vulnerable like a soldier without armor, naked in the Garden of Eden. We’re terribly afraid when love does not want us even though we’ve put ourselves out there. We want to love because we were taught that love is like the sun, it gives life, hope, and strength.

I would not want to be Love personified. Life as Love would be terrible, it would mean working 24/7 to keep everyone happy, content and fulfilling all these unrealistic expectations. Love in all its glory has been extolled to conquer wars, bring world peace, and save everyone.

I don’t want to be saved by love. I want to be saved by me; a better me


Love is not an entitlement and does not guarantee happiness. Love is a luxury, kind of like having stars on a cloudless night.

I want love to be understood because so often it is misunderstood. Jealousy, lust, passion, anger, frustrations are not symptoms of love; these are symptoms of being human. Love is neither an excuse nor a cause for unhappiness. Love is just love. No more, no less.

Final thoughts…

In a way, I’m glad that love is not a person. Love is a feeling, an emotion, and a concept deserving to be felt within the depth of our soul and manifest our immense capacity to be our best selves. Love is not the hero of the story; you are the hero/heroine of your story. If love is a person… I think they’ll be happy with that.


Life value and the third currency

What if there’s a third and more relevant measure of value other than money and time? I believe that experience is the third currency we can use to measure how well we’re living.

Let’s not deny that money is essential to living comfortably. It is everywhere, from what we buy, to how much we bill our clients and contributing to the house we’re buying/saving so we can live comfortably. Quality time spent with those we love shows our priorities and how much they mean to us. Some might even argue that “time is money”.

What I have realised is that the ultimate purpose of time and money is the third currency of value – experience.

We use money and time to experience life, these experiences then becomes unforgettable memories, it makes us breathe with meaning and grow as a person – emotionally, mentally and spiritually. When we choose wisely and mindfully on how we spend our time, and with whom, we begin to experience life differently, we begin to live with purpose and hope.

With my insight, I took a day off work and took my family to see the stars at midnight, as we sat under the milky-way with hot chocolate, watching the meteorite shower and laughing, I felt pangs of bitter, sweet happiness and clarity on what life is about. For me, it’s about my connections with others, relationships, love, feelings, moments and memories. Irrespective of how much we make, what time we have, experiencing life is important – even if it’s a simple moment of enjoying the sweet air that we breathe, the blueness of the sky or the warmth of the sun. Time and money widen the choices we have over what we experience, but time and money are not the only measures on how well we’re living.

Let’s go and experience today the best we can.

Here’s also a great quote from a very knowledgeable man of history.

Quote by Einstein


Finding joy in work


Recently read the extract below from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran. It resonated on so many levels. To be in love with work can be difficult at times. The daily grind, repetitive work, the long commute home can all contribute to a sense of time lost. I wonder perhaps that instead of dwelling on how unhappy we are at work, we should simply try seeing work from a different perspective? When the discontent of work brews within, to stop and find inspiration from those who work with joy.

“You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth…

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life. And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret…

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.”