run to the rescue with love and peace will follow

~ River Pheonix

Joaquin Pheonix winning The Oscar for his performance in Joker.

one of the most important speeches in human history that I got to witness was when Jaoquin set foot on that podium. he spoke with such clarity that the roaring crowd turned into deafening silence in seconds - listening to a man speak with such cliarty - talking abouth the human facade and it’s need to dominate another.

the man didn’t stutter while holding the mirror to the world for it’s cruelty disguised as generosity. it stuterred when he mentioned his long lost brother - river pheonix. he ended the speech by saying -

Run to the rescue with love, and peace will follow

something about that very quote has stuck with me for life. the softness of the idea that rescueing someone, anyone without the guise of expectations, without the need to get anything back - just your hand that reaches out and mine that pulls you out from the labyrinth of suffering.

true love exists in a parallel world where desire doesn’t. if you constantly try to give love a shape or a form, eventually you suffocate it. putting a mold on something that was always meant to change leads to its death.

if you love a cat with the expectation that it will always sit in your lap - then are you even in love with the cat? why do you refuse to accept the cat’s nature - does your ego require that love becomes an obedient servant?

dont - you need peace. there is none in holding onto versions of people in your head that might never exist. let them breathe for a second. tangibility is a human necessity - your need to feel my warm hands on your cheeks - your head on my shoulder - our hands intertwined - just to know that it was real.

but will you abandon a corridor of love and trust if my hands were a little cold - my shoulder a little too stiff - my hands a little too rough?

your eyes hold such wonder but can it see the dirt in mine? can it see it and stay deliberately? can it fight against the human nature of abruptedly demolishing things?

my hands held such promise - once they held you too. tied to it wasn’t a version of you but what appeared as is at every moment. i understand how not all your forms will have a hand for me to hold but i’ll always linger, in case you identify the labyrinth you’re in, in case you need a way out.

i’ll run to the rescue with love.