We crave for love and affection. From our parents, relatives, and friends, from everywhere. All our being is about the love and care we need and miss, and little else. And if we do not have the love of others, then our existence is all about the love that we desire but do not get.
And we always seek it outside ourselves. We give others little help here and there, take care of children for friends and relatives and visit the sick. We are so loving, so caring and good and in return we get recognition, positive strokes. A small light to warm us. That is all.
We harvest only a small light which tickles our vanity for a while, but gives no true warmth. And that which tickles our vanity is not real love or caring. Why is it so difficult to find real love?
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