Hint: It is not because of the beauty or money or value they add to our lives! The reason we love what we love is entirely different.

I was scrolling through my Medium articles and deliberating which one of them is my favorite! Is it the one with maximum views, or the one with highest earnings, or the ‘Medium wide’ appreciated ‘The hare and tortoise story’?

‘The hare and tortoise story’ will always be pretty special to me, and I am sure it will stand the test of time. But the article that I love the most is surprisingly the one with very few views — “The Golden Cheese” story!

https://medium.com/@thesilentmonk/what-a-dying-mice-wished-on-her-death-bed-the-cutest-little-love-story-of-two-mice-5891dd73d79

I remember the day when I was writing the article.

It was 5 AM in the morning. I was preparing my morning tea, and simultaneously also shaping the storyline in my mind. I was just so eager to sit at my writing table and immortalize the story.

But the moment I began to write the story, there were tears in my eyes. For an hour, I was only sitting on my chair, teary-eyed, and constantly thinking of how the parting dialogue between Mixie and Maxie would turn out! It felt as if I knew the characters all along — and knowing their fate, I just could not progress the story any further.

I sat at my table until 8 AM and could not write anything. I went to the office, and the characters kept talking in my head. In the evening, when I came home, the grief had calmed down and it somehow became easier to write.

Finally, when the story was published, not many readers read it. But whoever read it, loved this tale of love and grief, and left so many lovely responses. As is often the case with my articles, most of the comments were from ever-loving and ever-supporting women!

I always believed that it is easier to make people cry through your stories but very difficult to write a story that gives people hope. This story surprisingly did both to me — it made me cry but still ends on a positive thought with a very valuable message.

Why I love this story, and why you love what you love?

When we talk of numbers, this story does not even feature in the Top 10 — yet there is a deeper connection that I have with this story. Even today when I read this story, I always cry when the following line comes — “I know you would find a way, with me or without me.”

The Silent Monk wonders that we do not love things because of how beautiful or expensive they are, or how much value they add.

We love what we love because of the emotional connection that we have with them, and the stories and emotions associated with them.

Be it the car in which you went on your first date, or the greeting card that your daughter made when she could only scribe, or the very small house where you have seen all your kids spent their entire childhood!

What others would describe as a junk old car, or a small piece of paper, or an old rotten house — only you know that such things are priceless.

In a world where everything is measured in money, The Silent Monk is happy to realize that the heart still plays in a league of its own, and does not always evaluate based upon monetary value!

Maybe I am just being possessive about my story, and the readers would never love the story as much as I did! But I am not going to challenge myself. Neither should you about the damaged car, or the greeting card, or the old house!

Often the heart knows what the mind cannot understand, and we should all just submit ourselves to our heart without overthinking it. Because, as they say, the heart wants what the heart wants!

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