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Some issues struggle for an explanation. A point. A reason. And then there are others. As clear as one plus one equals two. Let’s place love in the former, logic in the latter. While love and logic do not co-exist, they could happily dwell in a single mind, together. Our hearts and mindsets take clever turns to appease and indulge the two. But while love lasts, logic often gives way. Reasoning capacities walk past the conditioned mind, allowing a soft shift to either side of the fence. But can we let the reasoning capacities lie a while? Why must everything find meaning? Why shouldn’t life be left to faith?

And love. Like a parent’s. Logic jumps out of the window. Meanings do, too. Maybe that is one reason parental love is referred to as the purest form of love. Genuine and constant. Absolute and strong. The kind that keeps you going when everything else stops. Like hidden sunshine on a rainy day, or even a blanket on a cold winter night. I have always enjoyed logic. As a subject, as a way of life. As something that renders explanation to the blind myths we may have. Or, plain mathematics.

With parents there’s no A-then-B-then-C formula. When they give, they give. Why, we never wonder. Slowly we grow to understand the bests that they have carefully charted out, the joys they have multiplied, the pains they have subtracted. Yet, we never place logic and question the big why. Because love is expected of them. In a way there is no other.

Which is why you know what you know but may not realise it. That they are there. For ever by your side. Asking you trivialities (or so they seem) about whether you had lunch on time, telling you why junk food isn’t the best choice. Or hinting how you’re a special child, for the bond you share with them. Fathers and mothers, they’re everywhere. We all have ours. Ruled by love. Dismissed by logic. Sheltered by faith, a faith that lets you live, to continue this journey that is life. Whether beside or at a distance, in form or in memory, they’re one set you cannot attach logic to. A faith that lets you live. One that questions logic and sees it fail.