How Deep is Your Love?

The other day I spoke to my thirteen year old nephew about school. He showed me his school diary, which had his timetable at the back. I quizzed him about the subjects he studied at school. I told him I didn’t like history and geography at school. I wasn't too crazy about maths either. He said most people don't like maths.

"You're very good at it though," his mother said.
"It doesn't mean I like it."
"In that case, maths loves you," I said.

I could relate to my nephew's experience. At secondary school I was very good at French. I found it very easy. I always got the top marks in French and I won prizes for French. French seemed to love me and I enjoyed being with French. It was as if French and I were having a affair; nothing too serious just harmless fun. There came a point when French wanted us to get more serious - was I ready to make a commitment and study French at an Advanced Level? I tried to make it work, really I did, but my heart wasn't in it; so I dumped French. I knew French would find someone who felt as deeply for Him.

For me, self-realisation is like being in a relationship. It started off as frivolous fun, and I was very happy with it. There came a time when I was expected to make a commitment. Did I love Self just as much as He loved me? Although I cared very deeply about Self, it felt heavy and didn't seem like a lot of fun; so I blew hot and cold. Eventually, I made the commitment. To my utter amazement I discovered that a deeper love of and exploration of Self is not only fun but filled with endless joy and wonder.

It will be interesting to see if my nephew grows to love maths. I know his ambition is to be a footballer (soccer player) but his parents don't share his vision. Will he end up being a maths teacher or a footballer who is very good at maths?

In love forever.

Enocia

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