Love is something that each and every one of us desires. We may deny it, but it is something which cannot be denied. Many feel as though they are unloved. Some are so desperate for it, and end up looking for it in the wrong places.
To a child, it is found in the protection by its parents. To a teenager, it is found in being is close to someone's heart. To a lonely person, it is the company of a stranger. To the homeless, it is found in the hot soup given to them by little old ladies who spend all night cooking for them. To the elderly, it is found in having someone to look after their needs.
The common thread among these acts of love is care shown to another person because one genuinely means it. Love is directed towards another person. It is against selfish desires. Doing something kind is not done with love if it did not care for others for their sake. Love is not an emotion. It is a spirit. "Feelings" of love is not love. One may feel in love, but not really love the person one has such feelings for. Love is action. It is kind. It seeks justice and truth.
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Her Inner Beauty
All the men in town admired her for her kindness, goodness, humility and wisdom. Though she was admired, she was not popular for doing what she did. She did not tell people what they wanted to hear, but what they needed to know. That was why she was not popular.
Those who were liked for only their external beauty and who seduced others for pleasure hated her. They felt that their popularity was threatened by her for her own doing. She would not succumb to the pressure to engage in such activities that others would give her. As she did not want to become one of them, she was felt by those people to undermine their power over others. She was their worst nightmare.
Her admirers paid no attention to how she looked out on the outside for they could see her inner beauty. Though she is not the type who would spend hours trying to improve her looks, she was noticed by all and feared by all. She was loved for who she was, and not what she was.
Those who were liked for only their external beauty and who seduced others for pleasure hated her. They felt that their popularity was threatened by her for her own doing. She would not succumb to the pressure to engage in such activities that others would give her. As she did not want to become one of them, she was felt by those people to undermine their power over others. She was their worst nightmare.
Her admirers paid no attention to how she looked out on the outside for they could see her inner beauty. Though she is not the type who would spend hours trying to improve her looks, she was noticed by all and feared by all. She was loved for who she was, and not what she was.
Friday, 17 May 2013
The Light on the Hill
She was young and tender. Though she never made herself the centre of attention, she was known by everyone around her. She was not the type who sort to make herself popular, or who involved herself in the affairs of others, but she was the most noticeable person. If nothing else, no one, whether friends or enemies, could forget her.
There was something striking about her. When others bullied, she would provide emotional and social support for the victim. When others only cared about themselves, she would care for those who were doing it tough. When people were lonely, she would open her arms to them. When people were sick, she would support them and their family through their illness.
Though she was of good repute, she did not think of herself as someone of such repute. For she knew that anyone could do these things, but what motivated her to care for others was love. She loved others regardless of their background or their past. She was the light on the hill.
There was something striking about her. When others bullied, she would provide emotional and social support for the victim. When others only cared about themselves, she would care for those who were doing it tough. When people were lonely, she would open her arms to them. When people were sick, she would support them and their family through their illness.
Though she was of good repute, she did not think of herself as someone of such repute. For she knew that anyone could do these things, but what motivated her to care for others was love. She loved others regardless of their background or their past. She was the light on the hill.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)