“Be the kind of person you would like to meet.”
I’ve seen this quote the other day somewhere and it got me thinking about love for some reason. Or more precisely about how I love.
I’m the kind of person that expects a lot from herself and from what I want to achieve with my life and everything I do has to be as close to perfection as possible, or if not, it has to be the best I could do.
If I love, I love with all my heart and I go all in, as long as I feel the person at the end of this is in it for the long run – a ride or die kind of situation.
But what I’ve learnt over the last couple of months is that love is not perfect. It’s not meant to be perfect. Is meant to make you whole and anchor you.
But one thing that love has to be is Real.
If it doesn’t feel real, if it doesn’t feel rooted into something deeper than just words and bodily attraction.. You’d find yourself asking what’s the point. If they don’t see you through dark times, through bad times, through amazing times and uncomfortable times .. What is the point. Life’s too short for anything but that.
We are Water, after all – what Love should feel like.
I’ve been trying to add this concept to my life – being fluid like water.
Allow time and the wind of change move you and change you. Don’t say no, but don’t say yes either to things that you don’t want in your life.
Be a lighthouse, be a compass, be a Home to someone. Let someone know you enough so they can form the roots of a home deep within you.
Just let it Flow like a river. Let it get to your heart, let it grow and transform you. Or at least try. Give it a try. Open your heart to whatever love wants you to grow into.
Give it time..
“By my deer, I’ll be your meadow..”
This song has been my compass from the first time I listened to it.One of the only few feelings that touch my soul and make me connect with something greater inside of my soul.
This, describes for me the best what sort of love I want to live. The sort of love I want to allow myself to flourish with.
The sort of love I can call upon when the days get dark. The kind of love that sees through the facade.
If you are one of those people – they call us perfectionists – I hope you can find your happy place, and I hope you allow love to change you. If you are a soul that loves a perfectionist, I hope you find the strength to find a middle ground to allow this love to flourish.
I guess where I’m coming from with all of this is that we need not to loose hope, and we need to keep looking for this feeling, if we haven’t found it yet.
Because believe me, once love finds you, it will change you in ways you never even thought possible. Let us all hope we can allow this love to find us.
Be a lighthouse. Be a home. Be fluid. Allow time.
Peace & Love,