Love is an
uncontrollable force with a strength that could make anyone traverses any
boundaries. It could help lovers overcome differences and hardships but on the
darker side, it brings pain of possessiveness and even sets eclipse to the
sanity of those who have been too much intoxicated in it. Around the world,
there are happy stories and tales about the power of love because it has been
the primary source of happiness and the reason of life of so many people, but there
are also sad ones when pain and death follow.
Recently, I
have just read a love story of an American-Indian woman with French ancestry
and a White-European man. It is the twisted version of Pocahontas which ends
with the heroine killed her lover instead of being with him happily together. I
always wonder why Esther, the Halfling, does not give Lawrence enough time to
settle his choice. Although it hurts, she should be able to hold it for a month
or two, so Lawrence has the chance to point out where actually his heart
belongs to. Or maybe, she cannot simply bear the pain in her heart after
hearing that she is rejected because of things that she was born with. I don’t
know much about the life and philosophy of the American-Indians at that time
but I speculate that because Esther simultaneously lives with Europeans and
American-Indian culture, a killing to preserve honor which is one of the
chivalric code and killing because of lovesick that is considered natural,
would be justified in her eyes.
The nature
of love as a whole is like”The Chaos” in Greek mythology, huge, powerful,
formless, unpredictable and neither entirely good nor evil. Love manifests in
variety of forms and spectrum of colors, from the dark and possessive, to the colorful
and cheerful. When it manifest in its dark form and binds someone into doing
thing which is to be lamented, it cannot be helped. I would personally rather
see it entirely as the work of nature, even if there are casualties or worse,
because it is entirely unpredictable and uncontrollable. Or alternatively, a person
should be labeled temporary insane when doing malicious thing for love. Who am i
to judge the phenomena which I do not even understand?
The form of
love that has aspires me is on the other side of spectrum which is known to the
Greek people as agape. Agape is unconditional and
self-sacrificing love at its purest form, which has loses all its ability to
darken human heart. It is entirely altruistic and thoughtful, also with some
property of healing. Saints, monks, and only the people with pure soul are the
ones who are often thought to be able to produce agape. Agape have since helped people who want to heal the world,
like Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Theresa, by providing them with energy,
enthusiasm, and hope. I believe, when there are enough people who have the
ability to produce the agape, this world would be healed and we could turn
earth into paradise.
“The world
does not need more successful people. The world desperately needs more
peacemakers and healers, restorers and storytellers and lovers of all kinds.” -
Dalai Lama
