When we look at children on the street with no resources, all of us feel like doing something for them. When we go to a hospital oncology ward and see the patients fighting cancer, we feel as if we could do something for them. When we see the rotten systems all around us, we feel as if we could do something to set them right. When we see the rivers so dirty, all of us feel equally desperate to clean them. Then? We get busy with our family. We take our attention away from those children, patients, rotten systems, and the rivers, and just focus on our children. Somehow our conscious mind rationalises that too much sensitivity is dangerous. We shift the focus to two children, or a few more. Buddha's father tries to keep him away from reality. He would not allow young Siddhartha to meet the old people, go to the crematorium, or meet poor people. He would try to fill his life with all kinds of wealth and pleasures. Yet, young Siddhartha was so sensitive that a few incidents of contact...
I don't think that there is even the slightest doubt that we feel happy when we are free to explore. When we love and are loved. Exploration expands us, and love makes us merge. Love and exploration also go hand in hand. We can't explore something or somebody unless we love that thing or person. Einstein can't explore Quantum Physics so deeply and with so much dedication unless he is deeply in love with the subject. But biology plays its own role. We feel vulnerable. We want the company of somebody who can take care of us when we fall ill and when things do not turn our way. We form many different relationships in search of security. Give and take is the basis of most of these relationships. We become ambitious and feel that "X" amount of money and power will make us secure forever, which never happens. Probably, intelligence demands that we take stock of the actual needs for survival so that the time and energy spent on these things may be minimised, and we get ...