Couple of days ago, something extraordinary happened to me. Moments like these cannot be summoned or manufactured. They arrive on their own, as though, for a brief instant, the veil covering something that has always been true quietly falls away. I was driving, watching the road unfold before me, when I suddenly became deeply aware that I was inside my own body. Not as someone operating a machine called "the body," but as a traveler who had been entrusted, for a little while, with an astonishing living home. It was an interesting sensation...  

In that moment I realized how little I actually control what happens within me. This body breathes on its own. It recognizes scents of people you love, hears music, remembers flavors, heals wounds, protects me from illness, knows when to sleep, when to wake, when to rest, and when to fight for survival. I never taught it any of this. In truth, I do not even understand how it accomplishes any of it. 

Then, as if in a single breath, my entire life unfolded before me. I saw how many years I had spent fighting something that had never been my enemy. I wanted my body to become different... to be thinner, younger, more beautiful, healthier, somehow more acceptable. I grew angry when it became ill, ashamed when it failed to meet impossible standards, and constantly tried to force it into an image I believed it should become. Yet my body had never asked me to judge it. It simply continued doing what it had always done. Day after day, it carried me faithfully through this human experience.

Perhaps one of the greatest illusions we live under is believing that our bodies belong to us?  We say, "my heart," "my lungs," "my blood," as though we truly own them. Yet we did not create a single cell. We did not design the heart that began beating long before we became aware of ourselves. We did not write the extraordinary intelligence that tells billions of cells when to divide, when to heal, and when to die. One day we simply opened our eyes inside this remarkable organism and decided it was ours. But perhaps it never was!

The body belongs to the Earth. It is made of the very same elements as forests, rivers, mountains, and stars. The water flowing through our veins once fell as rain. The oxygen filling our lungs lived yesterday inside the leaves of trees. The minerals that strengthen our bones were once part of ancient stone... And when our journey here comes to an end, the Earth will quietly receive it back.... not because it is taking something from us, but because it is simply reclaiming what has always been hers...

What amazes me most is that the body is wiser than our thinking mind that LOVES making decisions about the body and life itself! Body senses danger long before reason finds an explanation. It softens in the presence of some people and tightens in the presence of others before we have consciously formed an opinion. We like to believe that we choose whom we love with our minds, yet if we are honest, the body has often recognized them first. It responds to a voice, a scent, a glance, a rhythm, something ancient and wordless that exists beneath language itself.

Perhaps that is why I woke the next morning with another realization... If the body belongs to Nature, then love never belonged to us either. We have become accustomed to believing that love should obey our rules. We label it right or wrong, acceptable or forbidden, worthy or shameful. We expect the heart to seek permission from society, from family, from religion, or from morality before it dares to feel. huh? 

Yet love has never asked permission... It arrives as naturally as spring. As quietly as mushrooms emerging after rain. As faithfully as birds finding their way home across continents they have never studied. Love knows nothing of our contracts or our social structures. It does not recognize our categories. It simply appears wherever life suddenly recognizes itself in another. As a blessing... from God Himself! and what do we do with it? We say it was wrong, it was shameful, it was prohibited...  Maybe this is why our deepest suffering is rarely caused by love itself. We suffer because life is often more complex than our desires. Sometimes love arrives too late. Sometimes it finds someone whose life has already become intertwined with promises made long before we appeared. Sometimes love becomes impossible, not because there is anything impure about it, but because two people are already woven into stories much larger than their own and simply going through their human path navigating this powerful blessing with the human rules on Earth... 

I have spent a long time contemplating this, and one truth has slowly become clear: love itself never destroys anyone. Whenever I hear someone speak from genuine love, I feel no confusion, no manipulation, no hidden agenda... only an extraordinary clarity. It has become so obvious to me that love is the choice before choice. Choice without a choice... Long before the mind begins analyzing, weighing consequences, or searching for reasons, something deeper has already recognized the truth. The heart knows before the intellect understands. The body knows before words are spoken. By the time the mind begins its endless negotiations, the choice has already been made... Love does not lie, manipulate, betray, or wound. Those belong to human decisions, born from fear, guilt, attachment, or the need to control. Love simply reveals what is already true. It opens the heart... and from that moment forward, responsibility no longer belongs to love... it belongs to us, and to what we choose to do with an open heart.

It is possible to love without possessing. It is possible to love without destroying another person's life by threatening them and demanding to stop loving. It is possible to love so deeply that, one day, you stop fighting to keep someone and begin wishing them freedom instead. Perhaps that is the moment when love ceases to be a desire to hold and becomes a blessing offered without conditions.

I sometimes wonder whether that is where infatuation ends and love truly begins. Love no longer demands. It no longer insists on its own place. It stops measuring itself by messages, proximity, shared plans, or imagined futures. It becomes something quieter, deeper, and infinitely more spacious. It becomes the simple willingness to continue wishing goodness for another soul, even when there is nothing left to receive in return.

Then it becomes clear why love cannot be forbidden... Relationships may end. People may walk away. Boundaries may become necessary. Lives may separate forever. Yet no one can command the heart to stop feeling... It follows the same laws that govern forests, oceans, rivers, and the wind.

Perhaps the two greatest battles of human life have always been these: the battle against the body and the battle against the heart. We try to reshape a body that already knows how to live, and we try to silence a heart that has already recognized what it loves. Then we wonder why we feel so exhausted. 

I have come to believe that maturity begins somewhere else entirely. It begins the moment we stop fighting life within ourselves. When we stop blaming the body for being alive, and the heart for knowing how to love. When we finally understand that we were never placed here to possess life, but to allow life to move through us. And life is love... which turns on our sexual chemistry to continue life through love... Denying that part is denying God... 

The body has always belonged to the Earth. Love has always belonged to Life. And perhaps the only thing that truly belongs to us is the freedom to choose who we become while life carries us through this brief and beautiful journey.