“It feels good when you REALLY love somebody.”

So a six-year-old boy told me. He was telling me about his little girlfriend and his papa. And I thought to myself here’s yet another example that it is love (of the pure, selfless variety) that transforms lives and elevates the struggle and the boring into an experience worth living for.

Unfortunately, there has been too many parodies of love in this broken society. The phrase “I love you” is the most misused in English language, because everybody, in the heart of their hearts, want to be loved.

One wants to be loved, but does one know how to love? It always starts with the self, especially when it comes to love.

Rumi said it very profoundly:


A child has to experience it first early in his life to be able to give it. It’s like a language: you have to be taught it through assimilation, immersion and daily usage to become fluent. It should be every child’s mother tongue.  Some learn it later in life, others never.

It’s kind of a strange language if you don’t know it. There is no rhyme or reason, and it transcends the physical. You close your eyes and you can see your beloved, and it fills you with the warmth of the sun from inside wherever you are, whatever the time of the day. You don’t want more from life, really, when you have this great ball of sun in you.

Yes, it does indeed good when you really love someone. There’s no better feeling in the world. And it is indeed love and not money that makes the world go round ❤

I am looking forward to watching Winnie the Pooh with Berti and his brothers this summer, because this is a story of love and tenderness in simple terms.