Someone asked me today if I felt love to be an exercise in vain. Meaning, what’s the point of giving it all if – in the end, it’s left unreciprocated?

Sometimes I wonder if we’re not overthinking the essence of love? Of requiring that which is detracting of source, of ‘force fitting’ that which must organically grow?

You see, my darlings – love isn’t meant to serve ‘just one’. Rather, love is intended to build ‘as one’.

A subtle aspect, though – one not to be lost. And lending itself to the true aspects of love – that is, loving-kindness, equanimity, compassion and joy.

Without which, how might it grow?

“Love gives itself,” writes Longfellow. It is neither begged nor borrowed; rather, love becomes the greater aspect of who we are.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️
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