I heard a story that a cow doesn’t give milk. This is the secret of the world.
Yes. In fact, a cow doesn’t give milk. And in fact, this is the beginning of a great story. A cow doesn’t give milk. You need to milk a cow to get milk.
In life, you need to make an effort to get anything.
I’ve received a lot of good things, but I don’t think I’ve worked hard for all of them.
I’ll continue with this story…
I’ve received many valuable things, and I don’t know why or from whom. If I’ve received good things and don’t know from whom, it probably means it’s out of pure love. That’s how I understand it. Only love gives value without expecting anything in return. It doesn’t expect praise or recognition for what it has given.
I have a body, mind, and heart. Apparently, everyone has these, but it’s unknown from whom and why.
I see my parents, and also my grandparents. Apparently, everyone has them. And apparently, they always love. One of the most obvious given things. Given out of love. I didn’t even realize I had received them.
I also see some family members. Apparently, everyone has some. And apparently, it’s obvious that family helps each other. I don’t even know when I received this.
I’ve received life and love. Apparently, this is obvious, and I don’t even know when or how. It’s darkest under the lamppost. I’ve been loved from the very source, without even knowing why or how.
Love doesn’t expect praise for what it does. That’s what I think. Those who love have this love within them and share it, something that’s truly valuable.
Whatever I have “for free” and don’t know from whom or why, there’s someone who loves me.
I’m searching within myself for things that are “free” and “obvious,” because that’s the path to those who love me. The path to love.
I’m following my heart to find those people.
I don’t want to ask why or what for anymore.
I just want to be together, to feel happy and give happiness.
Will I be able to carry this?
till now,
wonabru