When we painted the portrait of human love, we did so by airbrushing the flaws of its limits; we try to stretch the truth of human love by romanticizing it as an all-embracing reality. But in reality, the arms of our love are too poor in length to embrace the richness of otherness. Our innate human prejudices have dichotomized our love into two contradictory realities of kindness and callousness, in which our love embraces familiarity with kindness while it pushes away otherness with callousness. Our love isn’t all-embracing as we’ve convinced ourselves, it has a boundary beyond which its kindness doesn’t extend. As humans, we tend to measure ourselves base on what we do within the boundary of our love, but the true measurement of who we’re lies outside this boundary. Many of us have used the limits that our human nature has placed on love as an excuse to not extend our kindness to those who live beyond the boundary of our love. But in the same way, in which the rays of the sun transgressed celestial boundaries to touch the alien-ness of distant planets with warmth, the kindness of our love can transgress human prejudicial boundaries to embrace the humanity of otherness.
Love compensates for its limits by being a transgressor of boundaries; it steps outside its comfort zone to explore the misfortunes of others. Some of us have never love outside of our comfort zone, our love doesn’t extend itself beyond biological kinship and close-knit friendships; we’ve left our love stranded on the narrow strait of familiarity. But the unadulterated love for humanity is an explorer of the uncomfortable zone of otherness, it probes beneath the surface of its foreign-ness, and climbs over its mountain of differences. Human love was meant to bridge the gap of our differences, but we’ve turned it into a wall of prejudice that shut out the diversity of humanity. The more we’ve narrow our love, the weaker the bond of humanity has become; we’ve pigeonholed our love into a geographical patriotism that’s a fuel with unnecessary conflicts with other human beings who live a few steps, few miles, and few hours outside of our patriotic zone. But we’ve not only pigeonholed love into a patriotic zone, but we’ve also politicized love into political parties of divisiveness that push us further apart from those who didn’t vote like us and racialized our love into indifference toward the pain of others who don’t look like us. Love is like water, it’s soft with compassion, yet strong when it moves with conviction; it breaks down the walls of human prejudices and streams across the boundaries that stand between the brotherhood and sisterhood of humanity.