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On Love

 Love does not hurt. No. It doesn't. Our expectations do. The memories do. Miscommunication does. Our ambivalence does. Anger and/or rage does. Painful anguish does. Lacking of respect does. Our regression of mental state does. Our desperate craving does. The fear of or the shattering itself of our dreams does. Inadequate love for ourselves does. Lack of our own self's clarity does. Resisting to comprehend someone else's perspectives does. Various life altering situations affecting the connections do. Our self-serving biases and prejudices do. Our condescending acts, behavior or attitudes do. Agonizing in truth does. Unintended or intended hostility or malevolence does. Apathy and the lacking effort does. Rationalising or intellectualising the truth does. Displacement of our harsh emotions of anger, sadness and such into someone or something else does. Other various factors may hurt. But no! Love in itself does not. It is purity in itself. I might not even be wrong to write down that it is the basis of our whole existence. 

- Atmajyoti
April 22, 2020

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