Every so often we are reminded of the true meaning of life...of what it is to truly live. For me, it is love.
In precious moments, if we are lucky, we stop and truly feel...truly allow ourselves to love, and if we are really, really brave...we allow ourselves to be loved...to accept the most beautiful of the only two true emotions that exist...the other being fear.
It is in these moments when we are able to fully live the life meant for us. When we clear out the bullshit (I'm sorry, but there really is no other word for it) and stop giving the pain of our past control over our present, then, and only then, are we really ever able to accept and enjoy the life...the love...the happiness right in front of us.
Too many people never get the chance...the rare opportunity...to know what it feels like to really be loved because they fear the ending of love so much. That fear serves as the worst kind of roadblock and it cripples even the most generous heart...destroying the most beautiful love story.
Life is beautiful and tragic...it takes more that it gives sometimes it seems. Maybe I am a fool for believing so much in love...in its strength...in its ability to heal and create something where once there was nothing. Please don't for one second think it's because I've not been on the other side because I most certainly have. I just know that while I fear the crippling pain that is always a possibility; I fear never sharing absolute love more. Life is short. We get a finite number of days and a finite number of people to share it with. Choose them wisely and create relationships with intention. We don't get to control how they treat us or ultimately whether or not they leave us...but, we do get to decide how we're going to care for them while they are a part of our life. Choose to be kind...to be respectful...to try and truly understand...to me, love comes in many forms, and each of us show it in our own ways, but if you bring it back to its most simplistic form, we all need the same basic things...kindness, respect and understanding.
I woke early this morning and finished reading a very popular, heartbreaking novel. Yes, I cried. Yes, it prompted me to think about a lot of things, but mostly about love and life. Duh. The truth is, very little in life ultimately matters. Not the money we make or the things we buy. Not the place we hold in society or the insecurities we carry. What does matter is the people and the way we choose (yes, choose...because we always have a choice) to treat them...the love we give and the love we accept. I believe everything in life is shaped by our love and our fears and we get to decide which is going to have a greater impact on not only our lives, but those of everyone around us. Choose love...always choose love.