Love is a funny thing. You care for someone, but rarely is the respect returned. Maybe our disappointment is not that the respect isn’t returned but that our expectations are not being met. Very seldom is love true. Often what we think is love is really a relationship that is maintained because each person is getting what they want from the other. That can all be pushed aside when stronger self interests or addictions come into play.
The motto of false love is “You are good for what I need you for.”
More often than not, sacrifice is a rare state. “You can stay until its no longer fun for me” is more the norm. The n the person that did indeed have true love, and did sacrifice is left wondering what it was all for and where they went wrong.
Well, you did it because you cared and that’s enough. Eventually though, you realize you should also have cared for yourself and in hindsight you were never really important but only a supporting role in someone else’s production.
So did you learn anything? Did you learn that when people are not in tune with your soul and purpose that it is not your job to change them? Or do you still think you can “fix” people and see lots of “potential” in them? Potential in a mate is waiting to turn someone into what you want and that’s not love. That’s selfish manipulation.
You need to design your life so that you can fulfill the grand design that gives you joy and makes you happy. The life story that only You with your special talents, personality and gifts can produce.
The thing about the love that most of us know is that love is an emotion. The crazy thing about emotions is that they are about as stable as tears in the rain.
The Truth Of Rain
A drop of rain hangs from a power line after a June morning shower. It only stays for a short while but in that time I notice it as beautiful. Lasers of color hit my eyes from every color of the rainbow.
The sun pulses through and the rain drop dances on the line as the morning wind whispers down the street.
The drop has no idea how long it will be there. It just does what it does best. It does “Being Rain”. The sun does “Being Sun” and the wind does “Wind”. Each thing doing only what it is, came together during my breakfast of oatmeal and blueberries to create something so beautiful, it’s now written in history.
How spectacular your life is, isn’t measured in the number of days you have lived or how much you gathered. The quality and beauty of your life will be measure in how much you truly became “You”. By how much you peeled away the layers of dead daily habits and conditioning to get at the core expression of who you are and have to offer.
Be your truest self. Bring your talents to light. Only the drop in the light can sparkle the brightest.