It is about the glass walls that we are living in.
No, you don’t realize that you are living in it, but you are. We all are actually living within compartments made of these glass walls. Occasionally, we share the compartment with others.
Mostly, we live separately.
Actually, no one knows about it. Only you and I do.
Glass walls of prejudice, hatred, and misunderstandings. We just cannot understand anyone living in the other compartments. In some cases, we ourselves were living in some of those. But through time, or circumstances, we shifted unknowingly. Now, it is about ‘them’ and ‘us’! Childhood, teenage, adulthood. We kept shifting. Now, we cannot understand other children, teenagers, or adults or even anyone who is more than a few years older or younger than ourselves. In fact, many times not even those who are of our age, but just don’t think like us! Hmmmph.
The problem is we cannot understand anything about the other ones. Just don’t.
So, we look at the ones living around us in their compartments of glass; professionals, non-professionals, city-dwellers, villagers, third-world country people, developed world country people, ‘whites’, ‘colored’, Asians, Europeans, Far Easterns, Americans and what not!
We all live within glass walls. Sometimes we move in between them without knowing it. Sometimes we have them between ourselves and our fellow humans.
It can easily be your own family members.
So, the big problem is that no matter how much we try, we cannot ‘understand’ them. Not at all. The differences have grown so much. So, in spite of watching many on a daily (and even hourly basis), we still do not understand them.
How can we understand each other?
What is it that can penetrate these steel invisible walls of glass?
Only one thing can!
That one thing is:
The same love that Iqbal and Rumi have been raving about. When you love, the walls fall down magically. Suddenly, we can feel the ‘loved one’s ‘ pain, sorrow, and difficulties.
Love does conquer all.
Those who are loved, and have love for others, they are the blessed ones. They are the ones who have no glass walls around them, because their love for others has simply penetrated through these walls. Now, they can understand all.
It isn’t logical but it is true.
With their love they feel, and can let others feel too. That love which is so powerful that it wins over all hurdles, and ‘compartments.’
Love for the creations of the Creator.
Stay blessed, my Reader.
PS: Hey, I love it when one of you comes over to me and talks to me, telling me she or he reads my blog posts. We really need to connect. Thank you so much Faqeha (not sure of your spellings) for reaching out the other day. Love you. Take care of yourselves, you are special and very precious.