Today we’d like to introduce you to Harel Papikian.
Thanks for sharing your story with us Harel. So, let’s start at the beginning and we can move on from there.
My story began quite early. I was one of those kids that pretty much knew what they are going to be when they grow up. My passion has always been figuring out the internal workings of our Mind, as well as the nature of our Universe. It sounds quite grand, but somehow, I had this gut feeling that the two are interconnected, and through the understanding of human psyche I will get a glimpse into the workings of the Universe.
In one of my previous posts – “The Path To Love,” I contemplated the idea of self-love and its role in our ability to love someone else. The question I have struggled with is – how do you quantify self-love?
My blood shot eyes were staring at me from the mirror. My gaze was sharp and focused, risking to reveal too much in its attempt to steal a glimpse of the mystery I have been contemplating in vain. Love. Pondering the loves I have loved and lost, as well as loves yet to come.
So often have I heard – “To love someone you have to love yourself,” and the question on my mind was always – “WHY?” Why is it that I need to love myself in order to be able to love someone else, and what does loving yourself entail?
It was an Easter Sunday, a beautiful sunny day in Los Angeles. The world was waking up excited to welcome the spring. It is my favorite time of the year, which is in my mind filled with anticipation of beautiful days of summer. This Sunday seemed to hold the promise of all the sweet things to come for everyone around me; however, my heart was heavy with premonition, an anxious anticipation of pain, slightly held back by a faint hope that not all is lost.
It was a casual Sunday morning. As I was working up a sweat on an elliptical my fingers scrolled through the Facebook feed and I stumbled across a blog post, title of which made me pause. Part of me wanted to click on the link and read the article, while another voice in my head impatiently urged me to keep scrolling.