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The world as we know it is strange and weird. Everyone is working to earn money. Money, why is it so special? Because it gets us what we want? It enables us to be free and independent? Or maybe we feel that wealthy people are more loved by all.
But mother earth loves us all equally. She loves those farmers who make a living using all her resources. She loves those kids who pluck her flowers, she even loves the wood cutters, the builders and all the souls residing in her home.
Perhaps thats the reason we always feel that our actions are always right. Thats the reason we never listen to her warnings and pay attention to her signs.
So now we live in a world of polluted air, toxic water bodies and barren land. Yes, she loves us but that doesn’t mean we are right in our cruel deeds.
We need to understand that we came from her and shall return to her. The time we spend in between should be spent in nurturing her and strengthening our connection to love.
”This is beautiful,” said Nisha as she read Diya’s work, “you are a great lover to feel that way.”
”I have always felt that way,” said Diya, “don’t you love mother earth too?”
”I like being in nature,” said Nisha, “I don’t know what love means.”
”Love is who we truly are,” said Diya, “people say that we are human beings born out of dust. I say that we are beings of love born out of light. And when we strongly feel that connection to anything like nature, our work whatever, we get aligned with our truth.”
”So,” said Nisha, “when we neglect our love for our passions, are we being dishonest?”
”You are simply not accepting your truth.”
”Is love enough to live a stable and prosperous life?”
”I did think so earlier but looking at our present condition I do have some doubts.”
”So,” said Nisha, “we can’t be sure if we can earn money by doing what we love?”
”I guess,” said Diya, “that we shall only know it when we do the work.”