What can I say about love besides… what is love?
We all know the answer, but do we? It mainly changes due to the circumstances we are in. Wanting to be loved, wanting attention. Wanting recognition of our feelings to that one person.
For me, I am wanting to feel heard and seen by the people that are watching or listening to this now, but I have to put in the effort to do so. In simple terms, I do not want to work more than I should. But I have to.
Because so many people are doing that right now and are struggling just as much and even more than I am. Where is the excuse now?
Love takes time and patience, whether it is to someone else or just you.
Does my time and effort into anything exude my passion or seeking of recognition? “You did a good job!” “Marvelous work!” I know what I am doing is good, so why seek approval?
I am typing all of this in order to see what others may come of this. What is spewing out from my mind and unto this script in which I am documenting this.
Nothing is of value unless you experience it. Nothing is of worth until it is yours. Nothing is really yours if you don’t put the time in it. Nothing can be something, and that something can be love.
13 фев 2024
