social definition.. i'm out!

those who read my posts must have been sick and tired hearing me embracing love.. love.. love. yeah we all know whut it means. or are we? in Vicky Christina Barcelona, the man didnt publish his writing simply because he doesn't think people deserve to witness his greatness. because "after thousands of years of civilization, they still haven't learned to love ...

Coelho in his celebration of the emotion defined it as love simply is.

yes, love simply is. no measure of space and time. no pressure of surroundings and people. no high or low..

its the stillness and the stillness is what we are missing. civilization pulled all the energy away by defining it, by discriminating those who view outside the system. screw the system!!! it creates nothing but prisoner. we are prisoner of our own creation.

we are so used to defining things that we almost forgot how to be free. the truth, the freedom that we are looking for is not from others, from the outside world but within us. free to love and let be loved.

"i love you and i'm in love with you". "yes i'm so in love with you too."

"so... (long pause) what's next?"... *smile* "no, the question is what are we now?"

short silent.. "well, we can not have any declaration.. no terms use, no paper sign (said he, jokingly)" and she replied "i like that".

because love simply is....

he's so damn right!

very seldom u find a writer who can describe the emotional level so explicitly that u think he someohow has god-like intuition. Coelho just did it. By the River Piedra I sat down and wept is another beautiful well-written masterpiece of him. at one occasion when Pilar the center character in this story had a doubt, worrying her action may stir a chaos to the villagers (as an old man warned her not to enter the church), her man simply told her not to fall into 'playing a role'. what is playing a role.. she asked.

u see, it happen to us too most of the time. as he described.. playing a role, are those who always have to be doing battle with someone else, and sometimes even with themselves, battling with their own lives. thus, they create a kind of play in their head and they write the script based on their frustration. however they cannot play it all by themselves so they begin to invite other actors to join in.. as a result when we agreed to bind to certain rules given, to just listen to others' criticism on us, we are part of the role playing... see.. Coelho is so damn brilliant!

he continued describing that when others make us believe we're the victim or make us behave like victims; complaining about the unfairness of life and ask us to agree, to offer advice, to participate, it means we are also invited in playing a role. if we accept this we will always wind up losing.

uhhh ..Coelho is just superb!