Which kind of Love is the higher law?

It is a well known song but I hadn't listen to music for long time. At least the music that cures the soul. One morning it just hit me and now it simply cannot find its way out of my mind. Through the messy, stressful and abstract ideas that I have gathered inside my head during the last days this song is just the solution. It truly is. Because I had plans and life turned them upside down. But its ok, cause there are people that had worst experiences recently. And I respect that, I feel grateful for still having the ability to make plans, as much as i feel sorry for the human beings that have never felt love and those that have never understood it.
Then I thought of all the time I have spent trying to explain love, to rationalize it, to make it work. Instead I realized how much love I had coming my way but I was too busy chasing reasons and weak excuses and then I felt that I had to love myself again. My plans were forced to change but still I had the need to make a long list, with the things I haven't done for a long time now, with the places I wanted to be, with the priorities I had to set, with needs and obligations. No sentiments included, no feelings, no emotions. A long, cold list of duties. But I thought again. When you are forced to change your life all over again and you feel no pain or sadness for that, are you really ok? How many changes are enough to make you focus on a plan based on a long list?
What if you had a rebellion against your own self? What if you had no plans and just lived tomorrow as it comes? What if you just gave yourself the present of life in its most primitive form? The present of setting everything back for a while in order to hunt adventures and possibilities you have never thought of? Yep, possibilities. Like the possibility to laugh, to cry, to get disappointed, to get lost, to get stronger. And all of these amazing possibilities might happen in places where the rain never stops to soak your skin, where the sun kidnaps you on a lonely beach, with people you have never talked to before or with others that you had forgotten you knew once.. Like an old and beloved song. Cause there are people like that. People that can cure the bleeding soul of yours. You just have to explore the possibilities of meeting them, again or for the very first time.
And then you will have the greatest adventure of life. The adventure of Love; Of that one, valuable and difficult, fucken love for yourself. -myself..  







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Soulless attachments.

Sometimes it is hard for us to let things go. Sometimes it is inevitable. Other times it is just an inner power that forces us to do so. Most things in life are meaningless. I mean, most of the things one can buy; objects and soulless things around us. The ones that have materialized our existence and give a new purpose everyday on our way to work.

The things that have a value, a "worthy" value during our personal pursue of happiness depend on our needs but one can summarize them in few words. The love we feel when people hug us, the sense of belonging we experience while surrounded by the walls that shape our first shelter, the dignity that completes each self-accomplishment, accepting ourselves and trusting people around us. 

It is the period during which we lose our faith in humans that makes us more attached to material things. Is it a distorted vision of how problems can be solved?Or maybe it is just a process we have to pass through in order to realize what really counts?

I've read somewhere, earlier today:

"When you fully trust someone without any doubt, 

you finally get one of two results: 

a person for life 

or

 a lesson for life."   

Time is our little assistant when we need to figure out how we want our life to or when we are wondering if we are making the right choice. But, as i see it now, a choice can be neither wrong, nor right. It is what it's definition announces, an action based on our will, our sentiments, our needs. And it represents part of our character. Even if we end up following some "lessons for life". 

The soulless attachments are all the things that we keep inside our heart and mind. Such an attachment is not really an object or a thing we possess. It is the way we felt when we acquired it, it is the memories of happiness and laughter that we have lived in its walls, the fears we managed to get rid of, the sadness and the sleepless nights, the hopes and the wishes that we expressed. It is not the object that we are attached to.

It is "ourself" that we are afraid of losing. And (usually) there is too much soul that needs to be protected inside.

Protected from the choices and the wrong attachments..
A.