We often hear it said that relationships require work. And maybe they do. And maybe the worst relationships require the most work. But love is not work. Not at all. Love is easy.
One Indian sage described the human experience as a gasp of pain between birth and death.
The more we subscribe to the idea of ‘other people’—that is, of people separate from and unrelated to ourselves—the more suffering we create. Love does not make these distinctions. How can I say that I help others when the others are myself.
Don’t want anything. Don’t regret anything.
In terms of their aggregate effect, criminals cause far less suffering than politicians do. We note Jesus’ distinct affection for the underclass.