on love and patience
had just read an article in Brainpickings this morning entitled âKafka on love and patienceâ. The story starts with â weird yet magical relation â a boy befriended his dadâs colleague laboring at the insurance company who actually had been famous â later on that days â as a one of the big writer in the history. Their long walks, talking about life and literature, captures other side of Kafkaâs well-known grief and gloom. âperhaps because we are constantly entertaining each other through conversation and a young manâs openhearted optimism awakened dormant parts of Kafkaâs spirit..â and this one is on love an patience.
What is love? after all, it is quite simple. Love is everything which enhances, widens, and enriches our life. in its heights and in its depths. love has a few problems as a motor-car. the only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.
let me interpret. the driver is you and me who has the full control of what and whatâs not to do. the passenger/s is/are someone/something receiving our love (or object to love â which I know itâs an inappropriate translation as object is often passive and has lack of power). then the road is the way, what we got from the universe â mostly uncontrolled. here I doubt that the motor-car itself has no any sense. the motor-car â the love â might has some â or a very few degree of, letâs say quality or sophistication, that differentiate one another â although itâs almost possible to judge accurately. after all, itâs in the driver â or owner in more capitalistic point of view â that can take control.
âheartbreak is how we matureâ
just be quiet and patient. let evil and unpleasantness pass quietly over you. do not try to avoid them. on the contrary, observe them carefully. let active understanding take the place of reflex irritation, and you will grow out of your trouble. men can achieve greatness only by surmounting their own littleness.
One must, in a the dead leaves that rustle around one, already see the young fresh green of spring, compose oneself in patience, and wait. patience is the only true foundation on which to make oneâs dreams come true
I remember a swimming lesson from a good friend, on floating actually â as I looked frustrated of failing to dive into water due to short breaths. first of all, to float is to believe that you wonât sink, at all, since sinking might not be made any sense considering body density is lower than water (give your curiosity a food: Sink or Swim â Water versus Fat). likewise to our life, believing might be so fundamental in any aspect. However, since I agree that âtoxic positivityâ is often worsen the situation, ârealistic optimismâ can be the alternative, especially for us who rarely see clearly and objectively to ourselves. that although we have all the bad, sorrow and hollow, honestly we also have a good side and bright. letâs call the it hope.
So, I think I would say that patience is a valuable skill that you need to bring and pack if you wanna go here to somewhere else. for instance, from present to the future. a journey on with your motor-car called love.


















