Our world so needs an outbreak of love.
There is an oblivion that doesn't destroy the self. There is an oblivion that is right and holy. It is the act of knowing that my essence is not located in me, but located between me and you.
Life is about learning to love. Love is about learning weakness in order to set aside personal ambitions for the sake of others. The religious life is about nothing else. Religious knowledge that can be separated from love and life is a blasphemy.
But anyone who loves another person knows they have placed themselves in a vulnerable position. To love is to be vulnerable. To love is to embrace weakness. It is to pay the price of being with another. The pain of the other becomes my pain. The joy of the other becomes my joy. I can only enter into this love through a path of openness. I cannot make anyone love me an, if I could, it would only be a form of manipulation. I must simply enter into the space of the other and hope they recognise my weakness. Once recognised, love is well worth all the suffering in the world.
All I have is the power of presence which is disappointing for those who seek magic but the greatest gift for those who need to know that they're not alone.
We naturally develop high hopes for our careers, children, investments and communities for all of these are good things. But good things are fluid and life is to be lived most fully when we recognise the passing nature of everything beautiful.
There is no single person; humans are hard wired as relational beings; to reduce humanity to 'one' is to violate the very essence of what it means to be human. The minimum number in the basic human unit is at least two. So the word 'I' could only ever refer to half of something. We in the west love the idea of the 'power of one' but it is a total illusion. So, there is no such thing as success except shared success and there is no such thing as failure except shared failure.
Love embraces pain and without minimising it, knows that for the sake of the one loved, it is all worth it. Most parents and all lovers know this.
Within a healthy relationship there is a seed that can spring with life, even if it otherwise looks dead. The power is not in the seed, but in the interaction of the seed with the soil and sun and water.
I long to gaze and be gazed upon; to know and be known; to love and to be loved. Often I gaze and I know that the person in front of me cannot see me. They see a potential soft touch or perhaps an authority figure. They look to experience or use me but have no concept of meeting me.