I have this horrible habit of reading book just randomly, just opening a random page and start reading from there, mostly philosophy books. When I was reading one such book over the weekend I got to read this thought provoking and very comforting lines "Like love, Happiness is a journey not a destination". I grew up hearing, you have to do this and that to make the family happy and at the end of the day I made no one happy. But with friends this happiness is just there, we don't have to do this and that to be happy in a friendship. I guess the same is true for love, when we feel the love, we want to make it grow and we have a defined formula that we have to do this and that to make it grow, may be the bollywood type of expression is one such attempt to make this feeling grow? More over, we even define the success and failure of this feeling. How funny is that. Yesterday was nothing extraordinary happened, but felt that the day was filled with love and happiness. A love of a friend to his friend and his little attempt to stop him smoking. Love and Happiness are such little things and not in a big fairy tale. I also got to do a random read of my favourite philosopher, very close to what I was trying to write in this blog and this cartoon, if I say Live love and laugh as a key to happiness, many of my friends will accept with that chicken and add the fourth one :-)
What a thing is relationship, and how easily we fall into that habit of a particular relationship, things are taken for granted, the situation accepted and no variation tolerated; no movement towards uncertainty, even for a second, entertained. Everything is so well regulated, so made secure, so tied down, that there is no chance for any freshness, for a clear reviving breath of the spring. This and more is called relationship. If we closely observe, relationship is much more subtle, more swift than lightning, more vast than the earth, for relationship is life. Life is conflict. We want to make relationship crude, hard, and manageable. So it loses its fragrance, its beauty. All this arises because one does not love, and that of course is the greatest thing of all, for in it there has to be the complete abandonment of oneself.