WPC: One Love

I’m truly overwhelmed with all the support that I have received for my last post and here’s a big shout-out to all the bloggers who reached out. It’s heartening to know that people still care — even if I never ‘actually’ met them. I didn’t realize that my post would garner such a reaction. I’m pleasantly surprised. And although, the doubts still remain, the despondency has since passed.

That brings me to the theme of this week’s photo challenge. The more we travel, exploring diverse cultures and geographies, the more I see, how we’ve evolved as a collective whole. Beneath our rigid cultural and socio-ecomomic makeup, and underneath the cloaks of deception and prejudice; we’re all pretty much the same. We share the same fears and doubts. We fight similar battles. And our existence depends on the same needs: Hunger, Love, and Home.

Hunger

H1

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.”

Mother Teresa

H2

Skip a meal — it becomes a diet. Skip two — it turns into hunger. I don’t perform well without a decent meal in my stomach. My brain stops working, I get irritable, and make mistakes. Come to think of it, whenever you visit a new place, one of the first few smells you’d encounter — will be of food. While traveling, I always ensure there’s something to eat in my backpack. I know very few people who can truly control their hunger. Unfortunately for me, Basil is one of them.

LoveL2

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.”

Albert Einstein

L1

What we’d do without love? I find it hard to imagine. Is it more important than hunger? I have my doubts. But then, I could be wrong. Often, popular movies and literature tend to romanticize the notion of love. And once you put ‘love’ into a slot; you’re going to kill anything else that falls out of that slot. I believe in good friendships to be a marker of love. If you can share anything with a friend — love won’t be far away.

Home

H4

“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are

and not be questioned.”

Maya Angelou

 

H3

When I’m really scared, and I mean really scared, on a trip, the only thought that comforts me is that of my bed. For me, it’s the safest place in the world. I tuck my head under my pillow and the weight of the world lifts off my shoulders. I’m careful not to use the ‘ostrich’ technique for too long though. After all, tomorrow, I’d have to face my fears again. But the security of a good sleep helps me think straight and increases the chances of making the odds even.

Honestly, I’m a bit skeptical. The concept of One love seems like a distant dream. It’s one thing to get high on lofty ideas and it’s another matter — when you see wars being fought, children becoming victims of bad decisions, and discrimination becoming rampant with each passing day. However, there is a tiny glimmer of hope in the darkness of prejudice. With more people crossing chalk borders and the globe shrinking in size, someday, it will dawn upon us that our similarities outweigh our differences. In the larger scheme of things, there’s something that makes us tick together. And there’s only one way we’d survive — Together.

15 responses to “WPC: One Love

  1. What a beautiful heartfelt post and you hit upon the most important aspects of life. Thank you, lovely post for the challenge. And glad to hear that the despondency has passed Take care.

  2. I am so touched by this post. You have lovely pairing once again of your photos with powerful words of wisdom. Everything spells out deep insights about love,hunger & home.These 3 are all vital to oneself.
    Thank you for another blogpost with content.It was a happy read once again.

    • I must confess, I did struggle a lot with this post. It’s not an easy topic and yet, it’s something I feel very strongly about. I’m finding my voice. Trying not to let fear get in the way. Your words of encouragement will go a long way. Thank you for taking the time to read my post. It does mean a lot to me. 🙂
      Cheryl

  3. This is a beautiful post, Cheryl. Credits to Basil for the great photography (very good with the food photos!). I agree with you. When I’m on the move, I have to eat well, preferably breakfast, lunch and dinner no matter how full I may feel. I don’t feel fussed about trying local food – like you, as long as I have a snack in my bag I am happy. Food is often temperamental to my body…getting enough nutrients and eating regularly is important.

    Brilliant way to end this post. As much as I am an independent person, I reckon that a lot of good can come out of doing things together with those around you. Not only two heads are better than one, but you’d always have support along the way 🙂

    • Thank you, Mabel. Basil loves food. And strangely he has the most amazing control when he’s hungry. It’s a different story when he starts eating. Hehe! I need to eat regularly while traveling or I’d find it very difficult to keep up with him. I’m not that tall. 🙂 But, yeah, I’m not into food.
      I’m pretty independent as a person too. More of a recluse and I perform the best independently. But, when we look at the big picture, we need to understand and appreciate people for who they are – even if they might not be like us. 🙂

  4. Well said, as the world shrinks, I too hope that we, as the human race, will recognize that our differences are on the surface and make us more interesting. It is time for “one love” to erase the intolerance and prejudice that comes from fear and ignorance.

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    • Couldn’t agree more. I’ve had countless conversations, with people from different cultures and races – and we all agree to agree on this thought. 🙂

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