The Kingdom Of Love
Love is a kingdom, and each one is a king or a queen desperately trying to retain and flourish the kingdom by spreading and conquering.
They make friends who love them, marry spouses who love them, have children who love them, gather pets and plants who love them, and then they die to be buried surrounded by the subjects within the kingdom of love of which they were once a king/queen.
Life’s journey until death is nothing but growing and retaining the kingdom of love.
A lifetime is spent in devising strategies aligned to keep this kingdom safe and to keep the subjects in-line with the rules. Those who know the rules about how to love them, know the individual’s love language is permitted to stay in the kingdom; others are either shown the doors or are kept in the deepest, darkest dungeons of unpleasant memories.
A lifetime is spent on earning love. Each striving to be loved. The ones who get it easily are unaware, and those who don’t are fiercely protective
The king/queen’s court assemblies are full of people they think that love them. Any fall in the count of people in the court, leads to anxiety and depression. The number of subjects are fiercely guarded and the ruler does utmost effort to retain them in the kingdom.
The ruler then calls for a gathering or attends one to ensure that the subjects are engaged and involved. That way the ruler can please them more and keep them by their side. They also learn to say “yes” to most things that the subject demands, just to be in the good books.
A break-up or a divorce or a fall out with a friend is counted as a subtraction in the kingdom ledger. This reduction in the count hurts the ruler tremendously and causes grieving in an attempt to overcome the loss of the territory. The grief sometimes is so overwhelming, that it turns into depression.
The ruler throughout their life either tries to control or get submissive to the realm. Either way, the more the pressure applied on control or submission, the more the heart breaks.
The kingdom of love is this strange and elusive. The truth of which is never known. Some gain power, some access money to keep the kingdom from crumbling down.
The hypnotic potion everyone is looking for in this kingdom is called ‘validation.’ The kingdom has ample of critical trees whose fruits are undesired against the sweet nectar from the validation flowers, that bloom once in a while. They madly search for this nectar everywhere in the kingdom and are ready to slave for its heavenly drops.
Only few who truly have understood this kingdom, have understood the meaning of life. Only few enlightened ones have understood the fertility of the soil here and the correct seeds to sow. The trees of criticism are as sweet to them as the validation nectar. They do not look for expanding the kingdom by pleasing the subject by bending over their each irrational whims and fancy, but they believe in surrendering to the inner self to draw the life force from the roots, their source of existence. The aura built around such divine existence is so strong, that any reduction in the count of subjects does not matter to the ruler of the love kingdom. In fact, they let it go and fill the void with self-love.
The kingdom cultivated within is much much stronger and undefeated than the one built outside on the bricks cemented by other’s validation.
The kingdom of love is as enchanting and magical if you know it and as painful and distressing if you don’t.
