Self Love

Self Love

Love is a light that refracts across a spectrum.

Love is as simple as the warmth of a hug.

Love is a fickle as switching who you trust.

Love is hungry, and tasteful, like pastries topped with sugar dust.

Loving yourself will never be enough.

Telling yourself that you’re hot stuff,

Doesn’t connect you to the greater sum.

We are all one love.

There are two times we sense love.

When it is given, and when it is received.

We have a limitless potential of love we can give.

And no control whatsoever over the amount or type of love that we receive.

Some try to control the love they receive by altering their behavior in order to get the type of love they’ve conditioned themselves for.

These people are living in the grips of addiction.

Love is the very first, and most potent of mind altering substances.

We find that certain behaviors elicit love responses from others, and we repeat those exercises in hopes of recovering that love, but ultimately we have no control over the source of that love.

When our behavior no longer satisfies the well of love we’ve become accustomed to draining, we are lost.

That’s when we here people talk about self love.

Self love is a tree providing itself with water, or sunlight trees can not provide themselves without these imparatives. They provide shade. Their own unique love language is invaluable to some yet toxic to others of its kind.

The love we crave must be different from the love we produce

So let’s talk about all that love we have to give. The shade of our branches.

We volunteer our bodies for causes we hold dear.

We hold our bodies close to those we love dearly.

We feed each other.

Clothe each other.

And when all this giving love gets old we say we need something in return for our love.

We say we are worthy of a reward for the love we’ve expressed.

When love reciprocated doesn’t cut it we look for alternatives.

We look for money, and status and other drugs whose highs are fleeting as the moment they are obtained.

But they in turn become a new wealth of love we can share.

See these things aren’t evil.

They are savings accounts for love.

Love we can share later, when we can’t share those more primitive and basic forms of love.

Love that can be shared across vast distances of time and space.

So what’s the deal with loving ourselves?

Why is it so hard for some and why do others appear to be naturals at it.

Alan watts might propose that it’s precisely because they are naturally inclined to embrace the moment in which they occupy.

You can’t love yourself if you don’t love yourself right now.

You can’t say, I hate myself today, maybe next week after I’ve accomplished something I’ll love myself more.

Because we don’t deserve to be loved, we can’t earn love.

Trust maybe earned and lost; but love is like light.

It’s there if you see it, and you don’t see anything where it isn’t.

Trying to find a reason or a rational, logical excuse to love yourself is like trying to race yourself to a finish line.

You’ll lose as often as you win.

People who love themselves won every time, because they enjoyed the act of running.

People who find self love to be a challenging concept will say that their last time was better and so they love their old selves more than this current self.

They say I’ve set my new best time, but I know I can do better and therefore love their future selves more than their current self.

Neither your last self nor your future self are real.

They can not feel the love your current self is wasting on them.

Love your path, and where you are on it, and you will find that self love is an effortless adventure.