lacLack of love

We are like the rose of the little prince. Who will take care us from the baobabs when our world is small and we seem to be too many?

Small the world? Yes, today it is. We have connections but we do not have friends, we have skills but we don´t have where to share them. We want a hug and sometimes even that is an impossible.

Depression is also the result of lack of love. I do not talk about true love because that makes me suppossed there is a fake one. For me there is love or there is not and love is a good friend of compassion. Without compassion we would be lost.

Sickness is only one of the three discorveries Buda had the day he left his palace. Suffering, yes, it exists. But there also exist joy. Who I want to be? A person who suffers or one that feels joy? And yes is an election. Fate may interfiere but it does it always to help us, is our mind what confuse things and take us to the abyss.

A person who is treated with tender is different to one that is treated with punishments. And perhaps our story really began in our childhood. How were we treated? With love or abandon. I mean it in the hole world of our opportunities and no chances.

A friend, one single friend makes the difference between smiles and tears.

Do not be afraid of being alone. Loneliness is wisdom to share.

Change your lack of love and the intention of be who receive it to be the one who gives it.