Love is the answer - Musings

It seems like trying to find an answer already is the wrong way. It seems like proclaiming a wrong way is a wrong way, paradoxically. It seems like there is not much that one can actually say that really constitutes relieving truth. It seems like truth doesn't give a shit about words or answers or solutions. Its as if a shy deer of insight runs away at the slightest hint of grasping mind or binding words. Is it mu?

Truth is closely connected to love. Love can blossom in the sheltered garden of truth. Maybe love and truth are different facettes of the same thing. Love is trust and trust is freedom. Therefore, truth = freedom, q.e.d. 

Still, love is an answer. If you find yourself hardening up to the harsh realities of dog-eat-dog capitalism, of survival of the fittest mating games, of power over others, of self-help, self-care and self-love myths, of Instagram-induced alsmost-connectedness, if you find yourself apporaching the world with a wrench and a hammer rather than with a song and a joke, if it seems like the only way out is power, control and strength, if logic is your only feeble companion for short-lived quasi-truth, be reminded: Love is the answer. If there are such things as answers, love is one of them. 

"The vulnerability of true intimacy is a million times hotter than twisting your body to try being a ‘good object’ for society. The vulnerability of true intimacy is a million times hotter than being chosen by someone whose body you consider domesticated enough to validate your own status as a ‘good object’."