Yesterday, when reading a post by Tiny dancer, she quoted one of my favorite tunes by the Beatles. In case you don’t know already, the Beatles are my most favorite band OF ALL TIME. Sure, there is other good music since they were current, there are other good, great forms of music out there. But to me, they were the pinnacle, they evolved and grew and experimented, and the results for me, were always pure MAGIC.
The lyrics that she recited in her post yesterday were to the song, “The End”, which is the final song on the Beatles’ final album as a group, Abbey Road. The full lyrics of the song are the following:
And in The End
The love you take
is equal to the love
What more true words could be spoken?
This, my friends, IS Ubuntu. I am because you are. What I give is what I receive. That which I offer is then offered to me. When I do for others, so shall others do for me.
And, as is usual for me, it is all about the love. Love is the purest form of expression, yet there are so many persons that are afraid of it. Afraid to give it. Afraid to get it. Afraid to get hurt in the process. Afraid because they have been hurt badly in the past, in the name of love.
I believe that all humans have the full capacity to love completely. Have you ever looked deeply into a baby’s eyes? That is pure love. The connection between a parent and a child is a pure love that cannot be measured. We all, at one time or another, have the capacity for that. And when I say all of us, I do mean, ALL of us.
Then, something happens to damage that ability, that freeness of love coming and going from us as the vessel, as the lightning rod for it. We are abused. We are abandoned. We see what the world does to itself in the name of power or wealth or greed. We become jaded. We become nonbelievers of sorts. Nonbelievers in love.
That saddens me beyond measure. I want you all to be believers again. Believers in love in its purest form. And, you are not receiving this from a person who has never been hurt in the name of love. The hurt has been real and deep and true. But, I never give up. I am one of those people that if represented by a toy, I would probably be one of those rolly punching bag characters, who get pounded down, and bounces right back up. Sometimes, when it is a bit deflated, it takes it a few more seconds to come back up. But it always does.
That is me. I will never, ever, EVER give up on love. Love will always be for me. Love perseveres and conquers and wins over all. Love keeps hope alive in the world. The Beatles sing about love in so many of their songs.
The love you take is equal to the love you make. Ubuntu. Never give up, my beloved friends. Ever.