this is the result of uneven personal growth her whole life & it mainly doesn’t bother her as long as she doesn’t try to explain it to people who think balance matters more than being happy however you are….
Someone once told me that people will do anything for love & I had a hard time believing that because there’s Love everywhere. In the sunlight & air & trees & rocks. In the way words attach themselves to the things we do & see. In the heartbeat (beat beat beat) of the world.
They told me that didn’t count. Love only counts if you get it from other people, they said.
I looked around & all I could see were people wanting love, but not wanting to give it because it might hurt. Or because someone might say Go away. Take your Love & go someplace else where people actually want it (which is silly, because that’s everywhere)
It still makes me wonder if the only reason people will do anything for Love is because they think there’s only a little bit
Someday, I hope you have a child fall asleep on your chest & in that moment, with the soft whisper of their breath against your skin, I hope you’ll find the place you’ve been looking for, without any effort at all, right there in your chest where your child sleeps.
It is not what you first think. There is no effort of will, no firm resolve in the face of this thing called living. There is only paying attention to the quiet each morning, while you hold your cup in the cool air & then that moment you choose to spread your love like a cloth upon the table & invite the whole day in again.