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Does Love Really Conquer All?

I was a believer, I truly was. I believed love was overpowering. We could 'mend' people, lives, ideas, relationships, the Kashmir issue, everything with love.

But no, we cannot. There really are people who don't feel empathy. There really are people incapable of loving. They live among us. The narcissist jerks who make businesses multiply manifold, those who throw people under the train to fulfil ambition,  those who celebrate when religious riots break out, because they derive their power from hatred, those who tell us that it's OK to kill, that curse befalls on them who do not worship their God. And I see them winning. They leverage Easter deaths to win votes and spread more hatred. And they win.

Do you know why? Because hatred and anger are all consuming. It takes a special intelligence, an awareness of our humanity, an education of our heart to understand that we are all humans, children of the same God, and our liberation lies in love and compassion, in empathy.

But dominance is our basal instinct. We don't need to engage our brains when we desire dominance. And if it is achieved by hatred, we will have no qualms about it.

It is a sad sad world today... Where every major leader and religion is winning because of hate. Where people talk of nukes like snooker balls decimating the opponent. And we refuse to listen to the voice of reason. Perhaps we really are thinking with our balls. We shun the academic in favour of the terrorist. And bury love while we lynch our neighbour.

What must I, as a mother teach my kids? Does love really conquer all? Or must they let the hatred of the world consume them, only because they must win?



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  1. So rightly written.. Only God knows where this world... With its hatred and lack of empathy, is going to.. Depressing.

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  2. Dear Harkeerat, so well said . Need of the hour discussion . People have forgotten that kindness is the basis if all religion .Eye for an eye makes the world blind .
    Let live let’s love let’s not invite such civil wars

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  4. Well its sad but true... However the world still builds, still progresses with the other few who keep their face to sunshine and don't see the shadows.... who believe in building nations, building people, building trust and building lives...

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