Life is a dream until love makes it real. When there is an absence of love life becomes empty.
The real nightmare is when love becomes empty. That is when even the idea of ourselves is unreal because we are expected to be something that we are not to find a place of acceptance within the terms and conditions of others.
There is no shortage of empty people who find themselves living within a meaningless reality; who seek to make themselves happy with carnal pleasures, mistaking perhaps a physical act with something far more transcendant than sex.
In a world bereft of authenticity there is no real chance of love. Where there is no self knowledge there can be no love for how can we love another when we know not ourselves. This is the true torture of an existence within a false reality - to not know ourselves and to not know love.
This is why it is better to have loved and lost than to never to have loved at all. Loving is living whilst to not know love is like being dead. Love is authentic when We are authentic and when it is built upon false notions and conditional terms, it isn't real nor does it stand the test of time.
Making life real is about becoming authentic and finding those with whom we can be our trueselves
What a lovely post. I have been contemplating this lately as those with whom we can be are true selves are quite special.
Everything is an illusion apart from unconditional love