Two ways of loving
There are two ways of loving. The one that’s like farming and the one that’s like gardening.
Like a farmer, who puts in an year of ‘toil’ to cultivate the farm, to remove the weeds, ploughs the land in the hot sun, waits desperately for the rain and endures all the hardships to obtain the yield at the end of the year – a lover can put in thousands of hours of toil, try to plough his heart and with great desperation and endurance waits for a few months of happiness. All through this he only thinks of this as an effort.
And here comes the one who gardens – he wakes up in the morning, looks at his garden and smiles at the flowers! He is not worried about caterpillars eating his plants, for they are the part of his garden as well! He doesn’t wait desperately for the rain, for he carries his own watering can. He doesn’t toil while he digs the land, and even as he dirties his hands, he thinks of it as a relaxing soul healing process. Neither does he wait for the yield. For he obtains the yield each second. Through the autumn that changes the landscape. Through the rainy season that floods his garden. Through the summer that sparkles that dew drops on the leaves.