i have learned that, felt in its deepest momentsālove exists loudest when we give it permission to evade us. within that evasion, an admiration, an appreciationāa feeling of true, honest, vulnerable, raw loveāemerges. maybe this is why we love people the most when we are separated. maybe thatās why we love those most in a moment of grief. maybe thatās why we love our children and inner child the most when they grow up. but when we prevent itāwhen we prevent ourselves from loss we not only prevent ourselves from finding love but from love finding us. just some thoughts
love is beautiful. love is pure. love is enduring. iām not sure if my standards for love are too high, but i worry i donāt mean it. iād change my character, overcome weaknesses for those i say it to, yet it never feels like enough. i want to embrace someone not only through touch, but through the warmth of my actions and presence. love knows no bounds. i want to break every single wall a person can put up. still, i know there are limits to love. love is undefinedāit is not a singular, universal concept for every person. i fear i can never truly portray my love for another without everything crashing down, whether due to the walls weāve built to shield ourselves from the world or to passing circumstances. maybe iām not concerned about my feelings for others. maybe the words āi love youā donāt quite serve me justice. still, from this new perspective, itās an affectionate, enkindling acknowledgement to give anotherāakin to kissing your loved one on the cheek each morning before leaving for work. love: a word that can be used for anyone, whether platonically or romantically. we really should say these words shamelessly to those around us every day. itās a marvel to think over what true love means to you and how it can vary from person to person. i think this is what makes it beautiful. your idea of love will fit into anotherās idea of love. i hope everyone who reads this is lucky enough to find that person they mesh together with.^^
āLove isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.ā ā "When we love a person, we accept him or her exactly as is: the lovely with the unlovely, the strong with the fear-ful, the true mixed in with the faƧade, and of course, the only way we can do it is by accepting ourselves that way." ā "Everyone longs to be loved. And the greatest thing we can do is to let people know that they are loved and capable of loving." ā āWe need to help people to discover the true meaning of love. Love is generally confused with dependence. Those of us who have grown in true love know that we can love only in proportion to our capacity for independence.ā ā "Love is at the root of everything - all learning, all parenting, all relationships...love, or the lack of it."
who am i if i cannot feel the swell in my chest every time im immersed deep within an untouched forest? the day i stop loving is the day i am lost to myself there is so much to love, if you cannot feel love then you have stopped looking and need to redefine what you believe it means to be in love
IF YOU HAVE NOT YET GOTTEN INTO MARY OLIVER POETRY I BEG YOU! her poetry encapsulates a deeply maternal and spiritual presence i think everyone could benefit from
i feel like we are so conditioned to take the easiest route, the most optimal or most operational to the point that we forget doing things is about LEARNING to do things and idk if itās just me but. learning is lowkey awesome and underrated. so. get consumed by something. get inspired by people. and do something. learn something fully!!!