If Not a Fountain, Think of it as a Sprinkler

‘I’ve Got Love Like A Fountain’ is part of a song that has been ringing in my head for a while. It got me thinking — “Why do we say that love is like a fountain? Why can’t it be like a sprinkler?”

The thought may seem insignificant, just like the sprinkler, but it is not.

Love isn’t just another emotion. It does not tangle itself only with the feeling of affection and attachment which — in magical moments — births butterflies in your stomach, begets warmth to your soul or assures you a sense of belonging in this world.

It is so much more denser than that.

Love is a lifestyle — the more you exercise it, the more it grows, and the more it grows, the more you are captivated by its beauty and power — just like the grass that grows into a beautiful kind of green when the sprinklers daily kiss the leaves with water soaked in tenderness and joy.

The mother who waves you the ‘have a good day’ as you head out, the little kid across the street who smiles at you, the kind young man who offers you a seat in the bus, the waiter who serves you well, the friend who’s there to give you a warm hug when you are in desperate need of one, the boss who appreciates your creativity at work, the father who packs you lunch with a cute little smiley note on it, the cab driver who waits for you patiently at your doorstep, the woman at the supermarket who never fails to say hello as you walk in, the stranger on the road who makes an effort to come up to you just to give you a compliment…

We encounter love in so many different ways every single day and yet fail to recognize it most of the time. Instead of embracing and reciprocating it, we tend to resist it, run away from it rather.

Love is deeply tangled within these small things.

It is subtle, patient, kind, innocent, hopeful, encouraging, enduring, and without pride — kinda like the sprinkler.

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