And may your first love last forever. P.S. You are your first love. Take care of yourself.
Cleo Wade, Heart Talk: Poetic Wisdom for a Better Life
Four polar opposite things.
Peace over noise?
Order or chaos?
Acceptance vs struggle?
Intimacy to scant and even worst, the excess attention?
Which one do you want in your plate?
Bleh!
Are you kidding me? Of course, we salivate for all the former ones.
For, our life depends on few of these essential life utilities, doesn’t it?
But, we die for that too!
A giant, fat fuck to our stupid, negative bias; We’re by evolution, designed to succumb to our own detriment. Our own unpreparedness, or call it deficiencies. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. Whatever you add to the list.
Simply put, we successfully kill ourselves, in the end! Don’t we?
Because, in the likes of pollinators such as Bees’, who’re naturally attracted to the shape, colors and scents of flowers — we’re default magnet to our own ignorance, … to our very, very own suffering.
In this pretext, let’s put love under the microscope — which metaphorically speaking, is a breath and the breadth of life in its entirety.
Okay. Love! Hmmmm.
You seek love from Mr. X, Ms. Y, … in Mr this and Mrs. that, your boyfriend, girl friend, husband, wife, brother, sister,… be it even family; You thirst, hunger, matter of fact, you’re wired to search for love, acceptance, conformance outside but yourself. Science calls this a conformity bias, which, call it tragic — is deeply coded into our cells by nature.
For example, when was the last time you tore yourself up, teared up, felt small and worthless and lifeless, and wasteful, like a piece of stinking shit … somebody’s fucking love, acceptance, grace, attention or lack thereof?
Contrarily, when was the last time you treated yourself for just being alive, for just breathing at will, for the whole day you have for yourself ?
And, whoa, this might sound weird, but have you ever thought of writing yourself a love letter, at all?
Write one. And, keep it near your palm’s reach. Can’t overstate the power of that.
Dear friend, my one and only grain of wisdom that I’d been trying to sow in your beautiful, priceless terrain is that you’re whole all by yourself. That, you are f.u.c.k.i.n.g enough!
That, you must learn to put yourself first.
Love. Yourself. First!
p.s., and for fuck sake, fuck the inevitable biases!
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