Nonsense. :)

Haha and my freakin weird state of mind. Not like I can ever deny that one. The older I get, the more variabilities I see and recognize. The less I know what is right and what is wrong. Is there right and wrong? I would like to think that whatever we do with a "loving" heart cannot possibly be wrong.

Rules. Since we were very little, our world has been painted black and white. No colors. Something is either right or wrong. We base everything on that foundation as we grow up. We are not taught to love and decide for ourselves. We are taught to obey and listen without a thought. And I can understand that, raising a kid would be freaking hard if he never knew what he can and cannot do. No limits? I wonder..

Conscience. I wonder. Are we born with it? Is it created with rules? With love? It is definitely not rules. Conscience is a big part of us. Just try to imagine a life without one. Let me act bold here, I don´t believe there is conscience that could exist without love. So, if love forms our conscience or at least affects it, what do rules do here? Right/wrong principle in other words. It puts a leash on it. I can't love two people at the same time, that is wrong. I can't love somebody that is already taken. What da.. That person does not deserve to be loved. Somewhere on the way, love mutated. It became a selfish exclusive emotion. We give our love like it is a Nobel Prize. Are we nuts? I hope so, then we have an excuse.

I have ALWAYS had a big problem with possessive behavior we are all so used to. This is MY computer. MY mom. MY shoes. MY life. MY girl. yadayadayada. What gives me the right to own something, someone? Am I God? I feel a sick feeling inside me when thinking of it. So proud of our possessions. Of our wealth. Of who we own. Sick. Perverse to the extreme. What have we become, really? We barely seem human anymore, don't we? What is the definition for a human? Or humanity? Mine is compassion, love. Rock can't be human. It doesn't feel. Or is it because it doesn't own, posses? What are we? Living rocks?

Imagine this.

There was a little girl. Her name was Anna. She loved making dolls. They were so different, each unique. Different personalities, faces, clothes, shapes.. Anna put all her love into making them. They were precious to her. Her life.
Now imagine a scenario. Her really old grandpa comes to visit her, his only granddaughter. She is so precious, the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He loves her so much, wants to give her whatever he can. He plays with her and her dolls on the floor and asks her, what is it that she wants the most. One thing, bigger than anything else. Anna looks into his eyes. She says: "Candy." :) And grandpa laughs. He wants the same thing.

There are two easy to see principles here. Anna gave her love, in turn she was loved by her dolls and by her grandpa. She didn't even know what love is, what we make it out to be. It was the purest feeling of giving and receiving. Not wanting anything else. Grandpa came to realize it too. It is the giving part of love, that makes it love. Loving is giving. Giving care, compassion, help, nice thoughts, smiles, hugs. Making friends for our dolls. Playing with our loved ones.
And we shall need nothing else. Besides candy ofc.