If I can ask you something, I ask you never to expel the love from you. I ask you not to expel the idea of love, for expeling it would be to diminish your world, to flatten things and people in the same plan, in the same tone, reducing life in a basket without flowers, compressing it to the size where the heart no longer fits. To give up the idea of love is to make reality into a poor scenario to the flavors of the chances and lukewarm joys, with no room for any new charm or rapture. To give up the idea of loving is to annul the existence of destiny and to cling only to the uninterrupted wheel of desires, since it is love that saves us from fatalities, from discontent as the background of days, from conditioning of mind and body, releasing the laws of physics as we daily dispose ourselves to miracles. Love gives meaning to the steps by turning them into paths. The idea of loving allows us to be saved from the criminal repetition of tomorrows, from the almost mechanical routine that gradually wipes us out without any mercy. Namaste…❤️