Amor

by Kevin Aditya

Few days ago, it was a sunny morning and I was in Astrid’s car heading for the IYC when I noticed a worn out book of hers, J. Krishnamurti’s Freedom from the Known. When I actually had no idea about the author and apparently the guy’s portrait looks much more like a female, the book — more like a collection of essays — is full of thoughts on life and how would he manifests the meaning on the minutest details of our daily routines. (It was also full of her pencilled ramblings from her own train of thoughts,  only with hardly readable handwriting.) I usually call bullshit on these kind of books since I hate being indoctrinated, but then I stumbled upon a chapter aptly titled Love. A subject I have forgotten to self-redefine for quite some time. There, Krishnamurti thoroughly defines love from his observation towards human interaction with their surroundings, including the government, trees, and other people. He describes love as having various definitions:

…fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity.

Love is something that is new, fresh, alive.

In duty there is no love. The structure of duty in which the human being is caught is destroying him.

When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out of the window.

If anyone tells you, it is not love.

Now, the words are not to be criticised, as they are but merely an opinion of a philosopher through his lifetime journey of love. As a human being still in my youth, I would not take those words for granted, as the concept of love is not something that can be taught even by the most capable professor of love-ology (is there any?) and through what I have learnt, love is universal, but the world doesn’t need to revolve around it. Insecurity is found in both loving and hating. There is a collective of feelings you have towards people, and if love is what emerges out of all others, you would feel content with your life. Rich snobby people with endless stream of cash do have love, as well as millions of the more unlucky ones out there. Jealousy means you care. Hateful thoughts means you confirm his/her existence. Love fades hardly, but it will continue to bloom everywhere. It just exists in every kind of way possible, going along with the fate of human as a social animal. And what is important is that you need to have more love than ignorance in yourselves. The world may be corrupt and ugly, but as long as your own little world of mind revolves around love, life is good.

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4 Comments to “Amor”

  1. Ah ku suka kali tulisan kau yang ini, Met! Paragraf terakhir mantap kali wak! Ditunggu tulisan2 kau berikutnya!

  2. exactly the same thought with mr buayasumur! 😀 love is life and vice versa.

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