Today the world \u00a0woke up to an abundance \u00a0of love, balloons, chocolate, flowers, kisses and dreamy looks. If this image triggers resistance inside yourself, please continue reading. In fact, even if it doesn\u2019t, keep on reading.<\/p>\n
Yes, today we celebrate love. Again. \u00a0Aren\u2019t we tired of it? Exhausted even? I honestly had enough! I always had enough! So much that I can afford the luxury of saying that maybe it has always been too much. I\u2019m not necessarily talking about the one I\u2019ve received, but more about the one I offered lavishly to anyone and anything: \u00a0my family, \u00a0my husband, my friends, the people that I didn\u2019t \u00a0like but I forced myself to come to like, \u00a0the ones I\u2019ve \u00a0forgiven, to my passions, even to my thoughts or my inner demons.<\/p>\n
From a very small age I\u2019ve been taught to embrace love and I\u2019ve enjoyed doing it so much that I became addicted to the act of loving. Unfortunately, I gradually faded away within whom and what I loved, as my way of loving has always been excessive, involving yearning and clinginess. Don\u2019t get me wrong, it wasn\u2019t without rewarding, but it was very much about striving and very little about evenness. It has always been a race against time, a strive for righteous, even a permanent thirst\u00a0 for the reward.<\/p>\n
Thereupon loving and being loved didn\u2019t always bring me peace, but on the contrary it made me behave erratically. It swept me off my feet, only to let me feel vulnerable, fragile, overwhelmed, unsettled, eager to change, to become, and only in the luckiest circumstances, just to be. But lately I just want to be, to rest in love, to breath in love, to be enough and, beyond anything, to be aware. To allow myself\u00a0 space to observe the unveiling\u00a0 of everything that has to do with love.<\/p>\n
And this is why today I don\u2019t want chocolate, jewelries, restaurant, balloons or other corny things, which is just waste. I want to breath and to be still, to root myself. \u00a0My attempt is not meant to steal me away from love, but to return me to what I love in the most gentle, nurturing way. I\u2019m not seeking liberation, but the capacity to further bend my heart, to be able to love more. But in order to succeed, I need guidance to gain strength and to learn how to surrender to my deepest self, the one that has no need to offer love, because it\u2019 s love itself. The purest\u00a0 form, the one that has no lust for waste.<\/p>\n
It just exists.<\/p>\n
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