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"Still Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places?"


Consider this, old friend —

Everyone searches for happiness, yet most wander through life with their lanterns pointed outward, not inward.

Some pursue it through toys and trinkets, while others seek it in wealth or the sparkling masks of prestige.

Some chase it in the eyes of another, mistaking reflection for brilliance—believing someone else holds the key to their happiness within.

And for a fleeting moment, the mirror does shimmer back joy.

Notice, old friend—when the other departs, they carry the mirror with them, and the happiness fades away.

Yet the mirror was never theirs. It only reflected what was dormant within you.

Others hunt for love, scouring the outer world for it, only to return empty-handed.

Maybe they never learned to love themselves—to be gentle and gracious with their own presence.

But when they do, something miraculous occurs: the script rewrites itself, the projector hums again, and life begins to project a completely different scene upon the screen of existence.

But tell me, dear friend—which self is it you wish to love?

The angry one? The critic? The helper, the lover, the kind and gentle self, the accuser, or the firefighter rushing to soothe the flames of pain?

Each one is merely a fragment, a whisper from the restless chorus of the ego—the many masks we wear, the many voices yearning to be heard.

So tell me, which self truly deserves your love? Maybe all of them, since each one seeks wholeness—or perhaps none, because genuine love exists beyond them all.

Maybe—just maybe—we can go beyond this shimmering illusion of body and mind and reach the silent witness behind it all—that still, unbroken presence that neither clings nor craves.

Perhaps the one born from love itself is already complete and free.

Beyond the lover and the loved, beyond thought and desire, there is only pure awareness — the divine pulse of life itself — loving without reason, living with the higher purpose of awakening, and simply being.

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