The greatest tragedy

Death is not the greatest tragedy, not even if it comes too early. The greatest tragedy is dying without having loved. Rather, the greatest tragedy is living without loving.

The essence of life is love. All the rest is peripheral. Achievements and conquests can add colours to life. Nationalism and other isms can add intoxication to life. But unless you have love in your heart, none of those things matter really.

What kind of patriotism is it that prompts people to hate certain sections of people in the country? What kind of religion is it that motivates people to take up arms in its name against whole sections of humanity?

I have been surprised again and again by people who are intellectually gifted but emotionally sterile, people who write wonderful blogs but nurture hatred in their hearts. Some of these people even think that those who advocate love without borders are antinational!

Why should my love have national borders? Why should my love have a religion?

Experience has taught me that love makes me a wholesome person, a happy person. Hatred makes me small and embittered. I choose to be happy. I choose to love.

Questioning certain wrongs is not hatred. On the contrary, it is an act of love. Wrongs have to be corrected, not condoned.