There is love, a truly big one, perhaps the most misknew source of happiness. When I pray for love, I get sometimes the same feeling as when soliciting for peace. We anticipate it to come from outside, from nearly far down, but if we truly look inside of our own heart, there are tons of love sitting right there.
We have two kinds of love, the love we get( like fellowship) and the love we give(like benevolence). We crave for true fellowship, we crave to get love and appreciation, but it is not in our hands, not under our control. That is indeed depending on others, whether or not we get love and fellowship.
But the other love, the love we can give, the benevolence, is really within our control. When we were born our heart was filled with love and we started to smile at our parents and give away our loving heartstrings. And what did we get back? Currents, torrential currents of ma’s love and father’s love. Actually, all the love and benevolence that was planted in our hearts at birth, is still in our hearts. It sits there and the more we give it down, the hastily it gets replenished. It's as if there is a source, a well, filling our heart with love, as soon as we give a bit down. There is so important benevolence in our hearts. We give it down and poof, it's replenished by new and fresh benevolence.
This giant mound of love that sits in our heart and soul, and we start to give it down deliberately, If we come alive of this huge reserve. maybe the biggest source of happiness and joy that we can ever substantiation. Ever we were programmed by our Creator or by the creation to enjoy this truly special mortal source of true happiness. It gives us the topmost possible position of satisfaction and feeling good whenever we truly give away the love that sits in our heart, whenever we manage to genuinely help some of those around us, whenever we manage to make a positive difference and produce a smile on the face of a mortal being. Love is also now and it's always easy to find, as long as we look for it where it sits.
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