True Love

True love is rare, true or false? Perhaps the question is far too subjective to be unanimously either. But why is that? I'm willing to step confidently out on the ledge and say that true love is something everyone deeply desires - even if only secretly. Like catharsis. A love that instantly takes hold and transcends logic, one that is redemptive and feels tailor made just for you in all of your wonderful weirdness. The votes to the contrary are likely wrapped in some past traumas, defense mechanisms, limiting beliefs, or the misplaced discipline of self denial. Here, I would like to propose the idea that this kind of love isn't at all rare. What is in fact more rare, is that this love is chosen when it presents itself. This variant of love is upending and destructive to your carefully crafted lie/life. Try this, when you wished for that one true love, you wished from your heart. Completely vulnerable to the stars. You ordered this love from your truest self. Sincerely. But...how much time, outside of meditative solitude, do you actually spend living and being in that version of you? No really - think about it. Do your friends know this version of you? Does your family? Your job? The truth is, it's quite possible that we spend most of our time in a construct that serves and is most likely built to suit our ego, that is, who we live life "as." A version of ourselves we slip into like an avatar to integrate more seamlessly into society. More agreeable and accepted by our circle of influences. So, when the true love you ordered knocks, to whom is it addressed? Your avatar? Your avatar didn't place the order. Remember, your heart did the shopping. Your heart added to cart, and therefore is, itself, the shipping address. But, as it turns out, you don't spend much time there. Misdelivery. You can't have it delivered to your job, you're too busy and it's against policy. You can't let your family know, they won't understand. Your friends will ask too many questions. To reroute,(haha) a true love will not fit neatly into the metaverse-world of your avatar. To true love, that world is an illusion. The two cannot coexist; one must go. True love comes as a wild tempest to the sunlit rooftops of that virtual world. And to the degree that the aspects of your reality are constructs of your avatar, is the degree to which true love's storm will bring destruction, not in vein, but to build and integrate into a world more authentically sound. You see, over time our inner-child grows. The ego provides the perfect incubation chamber for this to take place. It makes friends, becomes gainfully employed, develops habits and comfort zones. Pretends it enjoys family gatherings. Yet, as our inner-child matures, we never address the outer-reflection/ego to see if it is still relevant to who we are in real-time and make necessary adjustments. Put another way, what have we outgrown? We don't do this for one simple reason: Why would anyone choose to disrupt a perfectly comfortable and stable illusion for the hurricane of authentic love? Why not simply forge the heart's signature on something that fits more ergonomically into your meta-world? Optimal agreeability is happiness after all, right? These questions raise another very important question and essential point. Is true love really about finding the right person, or does true love have more to do with choosing the right YOU? The authentic you. A wake-up call for you to first accept your TRUE self. You know - the one who asked for love in the first place. The heart who prayed for it - however softly. The one that true love comes to commune with. The only one who would recognize and receive it. Perhaps the unconditional love and acceptance of our authentic selves is a prerequisite to being worthy of love in its highest expression. There's an old saying that warns us to be careful what we wish for. I propose an amendment: "Also, take care to remember the address of the location you wished from, thereby you may rejoice & receive." Cheers.