To be loved is to be understood.
To be loved is to be held.
To be loved is to be missed when you are gone and treasured when you are near.
To be loved is to be seen.
To be loved is to be open-- a very scary thing to do in such scary, unpredictable times.
But we can all love, all of the time, every single day. If we wanted to, that is. We can all admit that we're not "too cool" to see beauty in everything we look at, in everything we feel. To see the interconnectedness of everything and how nothing can exist without everything else.
How funny humanity can be, to forget the same Earth we create in is the same Earth that created us. How funny. How charming. The silliness of humanity to forget we are instruments of love creating an illusion of corruption-- oh yes, how very silly we are to forget our origin was always of light and dark. We forget we are made of stardust. We forget everything else is too. We forget everyone else wants love. We forget every thing wants love too. We forget we are energy experiencing itself, creating itself, over and over in various ways.
Let's focus on what we can control in our individual lives. What can you create differently than the rest that speaks to your heart? After all, a being that is love incarnate, needs to be fueled by love to exist freely, no? Because we've all tried existing for other reasons and it's draining, disingenuous (at some point), and conflicting. Of course it is. We undervalue the importance of coming from the heart because we are afraid to be hurt. Is pain not simply a reminder that you have a heart? Is pain not confirmation that you feel deeper than you wish to admit? Is it not a gift to have layers upon layers of greater understanding? Is love not power-- a reminder that the knowledge and deep feelings of your ancestors runs through your veins?
Imagine if everyone followed their heart rather than living a life that doesn't belong to them? Imagine if we all stopped pretending that we are happy settling?
What do you love? What sets your heart on fire? What crazy idea has kept you up researching at night? What kind of knowledge does your heart want? What wild adventure do you seek?
Who would you allow yourself to be if you could be anybody? What would they do everyday? How would they feel inside everyday?
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Who would you allow yourself to be if no one was looking? Would you then understand my words? Would you then understand that none of this means anything unless it is overflowing with love?
i will never tire of spreading this message until the day I am no longer here. Please follow your dreams. Do not give up on yourself.