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Rediscovering Love in a World Gone Blind




Rediscovering Love in a World Gone Blind

by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar


How did we find ourselves in this perplexing space, where the essence of love seems to have been forgotten, leaving us navigating life without a compass? It feels as though the thread that once wove us together has unraveled, leaving us adrift in confusion. The once harmonious rhythm of life now stumbles, fragmented, while we let ourselves be led by others equally lost, searching for meaning in a world that seems to have forgotten love’s melody.


Somehow, we’ve come to equate strength with emotional distance, mistaking detachment for protection. We’ve erected walls around our hearts, falsely believing that doing so shields us from pain, when, in reality, it isolates us from the very thing that gives life meaning. Love hasn’t disappeared; it’s simply been locked away, covered by layers of fear, mistrust, and our relentless pursuit of individual gain. We’ve traded connection for self-preservation, and in doing so, we’ve lost the very essence of what makes us human.


As a child, love wasn’t something I questioned; it was an ever-present current in the background of my daily life. I remember the soft hum of my grandmother as she worked, her quiet gestures of care that spoke louder than any words. Neighbors would gather, not for any grand purpose, but just to be together, sharing stories and laughter. Back then, love was woven into the fabric of every interaction, a natural part of life. It wasn’t something we overanalyzed or sought out—it simply existed, freely given and received.


Now, love feels scarce, not because it has diminished but because we’ve distanced ourselves from it. We fill the void with distractions, chasing fleeting moments of pleasure, yet somehow, we remain empty. We’ve confused success, validation, and material wealth for love, and in doing so, we’ve grown increasingly disconnected from what truly sustains us. It’s a hollow existence, like sipping from a dry well, unaware that we’ve neglected the source of true nourishment.


In the absence of love, we’ve allowed ourselves to be led astray. We let the blind lead the blind because, deep down, we’re afraid to pause and reflect on where we’ve gone wrong. It’s easier to follow the path laid out for us than to confront the uncomfortable truth that we’ve lost our way. But this loss of direction isn’t irreversible. Love, though buried, hasn’t vanished; it waits patiently for us to remember its value.


I once heard someone say that love is an act of courage, and at the time, I didn’t fully grasp what that meant. It’s easy to embrace love when life is smooth, but the true test is choosing love in the face of difficulty. It’s about softening when the world tells you to harden, showing up for others even when it’s uncomfortable, and trusting that love is strong enough to carry you through life’s most turbulent moments.


We need to start small. Love doesn’t require grand gestures; it thrives in the simplest acts. A smile to a stranger, a moment of patience when frustration bubbles up, or a quiet word of encouragement when someone needs it most—these are the moments where love takes root again. In these small, seemingly insignificant actions, we slowly rebuild the bonds that have been frayed. Through these choices, we rediscover that love never truly left—it was just waiting for us to open the door.


I’ve learned that the moments when love felt most distant were often the times I had closed myself off, either out of fear or pain. It wasn’t that love had abandoned me; rather, I had erected walls around myself, unwilling to be vulnerable. Yet, when I softened those defenses, even just a little, I found that love was still there, patiently waiting to fill the spaces I had kept hidden. It’s like sunlight filtering through cracks in a wall—the light doesn’t go away; it just needs a way in.


My grandmother’s words often echo in my mind: “Love is like the sun—it doesn’t pick and choose who to shine on. It just shines. But it’s up to us to open the curtains and let it in.” We’ve become so used to living in the shadows, hiding behind our fears and doubts, that we forget to open the curtains. We convince ourselves that the darkness keeps us safe, but in reality, it only keeps us separated from what we need most.


So how do we begin to restore the place of love in our lives? Perhaps the answer lies in presence—being fully present with ourselves, with others, and with the world around us. In our busy lives, we’ve become experts at distraction, but love requires us to be fully here, in the moment, without judgment or expectation. It’s in those moments of pure presence that love flourishes, no longer confined by fear or doubt, but free to exist in its purest form.


Forgiveness, too, plays a crucial role in this healing process. Many of us carry the weight of past mistakes, unkind words, or moments of weakness, and we allow those things to define us. But to truly reconnect with love, we must first forgive ourselves. We need to let go of the stones we carry, the ones that keep us tethered to pain and prevent us from experiencing the fullness of love. Love isn’t about perfection; it thrives in our imperfections, in the messy, flawed, and beautifully human parts of ourselves.


Trust is another vital element. We must trust that love will guide us, even when the path ahead is uncertain. We must trust ourselves, that we are deserving of love, and trust others, that they too are seeking love, even when they may not know how to express it. Without trust, love cannot flourish, for love is built on faith—the faith that no matter how dark the night, love will find a way.


As we move forward, let us remember that love isn’t something to fear or hide from—it’s the force that holds the world together. It’s the reason we are here, the energy that sustains us, and without it, we are simply wandering through life without purpose. Love is the answer to the questions we haven’t yet asked. It’s the light in the darkness, the calm in the storm, and the thread that connects us all.


In the end, love isn’t lost. It’s here, waiting for us to remember. And when we do, when we choose love over fear, connection over isolation, we will find that the world is not as broken as it seems. We will rediscover our shared humanity, and we will remember what it truly means to live.


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