A lot has been said about how it's not advisable to love materialistic, inanimate stuffs in your life - watch, phone, camera, car, house, etc. The idea behind the notion being, love is about feelings, being there for one another, caring for each other, something which the inanimate materials are incapable of.
And because of this very same reason, I would say one should love these materialistic things instead of people. Why?
These materialistic stuff are the ones who (which) don't expect anything in return (only living beings capable of the same emotion are dogs). You love these materials, beg/buy/steal them, bring them into your life, use them, love them even more. With every passing day, your love (-hate) relation with these materials increases manifold, forming a strong bond, a strong connection, something which is supposed to form between living beings.
And one fine day, sometimes out of blue, you need to find a new material to love - either they break down, or stop working, or become faulty, or become too expensive to maintain-n-repair or simply get outdated. The underlying thing is that a time comes where you need to move-on to another material. You're disappointed, disheartened, simply unhappy over the whole idea of moving-on to a new one.
Irrespective of how you feel, the end result is that you do move on. To a new watch, a new mobile, a new camera, a new car, a new dwelling. What makes this moving-on possible? Maybe the fact that you did know you'd face this day, when you'll be forced to move-on, to find a new love, a new shiny material to care for. And it's possible because a voice from somewhere deep within tells you that this is the basic nature of materials, that's how they are supposed to behave. They're supposed to come into your life, find a meaning, be there when you need them for your usage, live their serviceable life, and one fine day stop being useful, stop being relevant, stop being meaningful, stop being part of your life.
Can we feel the same about fellow humans?
And one fine day, sometimes out of blue, you need to find a new material to love - either they break down, or stop working, or become faulty, or become too expensive to maintain-n-repair or simply get outdated. The underlying thing is that a time comes where you need to move-on to another material. You're disappointed, disheartened, simply unhappy over the whole idea of moving-on to a new one.
Irrespective of how you feel, the end result is that you do move on. To a new watch, a new mobile, a new camera, a new car, a new dwelling. What makes this moving-on possible? Maybe the fact that you did know you'd face this day, when you'll be forced to move-on, to find a new love, a new shiny material to care for. And it's possible because a voice from somewhere deep within tells you that this is the basic nature of materials, that's how they are supposed to behave. They're supposed to come into your life, find a meaning, be there when you need them for your usage, live their serviceable life, and one fine day stop being useful, stop being relevant, stop being meaningful, stop being part of your life.
Can we feel the same about fellow humans?
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