On Love and Perfection...

One day Plato posed a question to his teacher (Socrates),

"What is love? How could I find it?"

His master replied,

“There is a vast wheat field further north. Walk your way through it, yet never look back. Then, pick one of the branches you might find along the way. If you found one you thought were the most magnificent of all, then you found love.”

Plato began to walk and make his way through the field. Soon after, he came back empty-handed.

His master asked him,

“Why did you come back empty-handed? Couldn’t you find any branch that suits you?”

Plato answered,

“You said I could only bring back one branch and I could not look back and pick the branch I passed. Actually, I found the most magnificent branch earlier, yet I was not sure if there would be anything better than what I currently hold in my hand. As such, I passed and I continued walking. As I progressed through the field, I began to realize that the branches I found were not any better than the one I found before. At the end, I couldn’t pick any branch.”

His master said,

“That’s what it's meant by love.
The more you seek for love, the harder it is to find it. You can only find love within your heart.
It is when you can curb your dissatisfaction and your tendency to seek for something more.
When you had too much hope and want in love, you could only find emptiness.
You couldn’t go back in time.
As such, you should accept love just as it is.
When you seek for the best amongst choices that you had, you would automatically diminish your chance to gain perfection itself.
When you seek for perfection, you would be wasting your time finding it.
Because perfection is nothing but emptiness…”

Alone...

You know how I wish you could read my mind?
I could never say things that were, things that are, and things that will be.
I could only give you hints,
Yet I could never say it...

Today I really wish I could,
But I cannot.

How I would give anything to have you here with me,
But you do not understand that, do you?

So here I am listening to my own voice,
The only person that I could confide with,
The only person who would listen,
Sadly it is not you, it is I...

How I would give anything to have you here with me,
But you do not understand that, do you?

So I am alone...

On Humans...

"Who is wise?

He that learns from everyone.

Who is powerful?

He that governs his Passions.

Who is rich?

He that is content.

Who is that?

...Nobody."

(~Benjamin Franklin, 1706 - 1790)

On Beauty...

"I want to be beautiful for you..."

Have you ever heard that sentence coming out of someone's mouth? I often wonder how such simple sentence means a lot to someone. It means a lot to me.

Is it wishful thinking to want to be seen by the person you love the most?
Is it wishful thinking to want to be the most perfect person for the person you love the most?
Is it wishful thinking to want to satisfy even the littlest expectation in the dream of the person you love the most?

What does a person think when the person sees another?
What judgment?

How is it possible that one can see an unpretty person and in time discover that the alleged unpretty person can transform into the most beautiful person in the world, if only the person is willing to stay and wait until miracle happens?

What kind of miracle can transform oneself to one that is the most beautiful?

When miracle unfolds in time, one opens one's eyes and see that someone is "beautiful." And then these words,

"You are beautiful to me..."