In a human being is such a love, a pain, an itch, a desire that, even if he were to possess a hundred thousand worlds he would not rest or find peace. People work variously at all sorts of callings, crafts, and professions, and they learn astrology and medicine, and so forth, but they are not at peace because what they are seeking cannot be found. The beloved is called dilaram (meaning that which gives the heart repose) because the heart finds peace through the beloved. How then can it find peace through anything else? All these other joys and objects of search are like a ladder. The rungs on the ladder are not places to stay but to pass through. The sooner one wakes up and becomes aware, the shorter the long road becomes, and the less one's life is wasted on these "ladder rungs".
- Jalaluddin Rumi in Fihi ma fihi
p/s I am absolutely amazed how the Sufi Saints have got all the answers to the burning questions that people have. Anyhow, I wish you the best of luck in your climb! Oh my dilaram...
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