While listening to this video, I was just wondering who Mukammal Jahan is:
The poet says it is not that God lacks love in His world, but that you don't find it where you expect it. It is probably one of the most difficult emotions to handle. When you love somebody and can not be united. When somebody really loves, and loves to the extent that he can let go of his ego, then separation feels like going back to the hostel room after long vacations with friends.
I don't know why all of us have such different seekings and why everybody is so convinced that what he is seeking will make him happy. Probably, all of us are seeking nothing but love. But love is not like buying a plot of land, making a home on it, and living thereon. Love is not possession; rather, love is like flying together in the sky where none has a well-defined boundary, and where the whole of the sky belongs to everybody. The sky is so vast that there is no need for any divisions. There is no limit to the height one can dream of flying. The foundation of love is always based on freedom. The moment expectations set in, love is probably over, and what remains is just workability.
To fly together, both the birds need to know how to fly. A bird can't make an elephant fly. It is essential to reduce the weight to the bare minimum to fly high. The more we reduce the weight, the higher and longer we may fly. As we reduce the weight of needs and greed, we become free to live with freedom. However, if the other person is not ready to reduce needs and greed, his weight will make it impossible for him to live freely. There is no meeting ground for a bird and an elephant because the elephant loves food more than flying, and the bird loves flying more than food.
It is not possible to have boundaries in love. When a scientist loves science, he gives his days and nights to research despite everything. When a sportsman loves his sport, he gives his 100% to it. He eats and sleeps for that, and only then does he reach the pinnacle of the sport. When an artist loves to write, he sees the characters of his novel everywhere. When someone loves his children, he does not care about his own comfort while attending to the children's smallest needs. In love, there are no conditions. Love is unconditional. When we do not muster the courage to love something or someone, we try to find cheap substitutes like workable relationships, comforts, and material pleasures, and, strangely, these things are quite expensive. That's why such people become highly insecure about resources and about whoever they make a tool to achieve what they want. I feel that if a person wants to fly, he has to learn to fly first, and other birds will join once he starts flying. There is no point in trying to make an elephant fly. Probably nobody gets a Mukammal Jahan, but everybody gets a full sky to fly; it's just that we don't choose to fly.
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