To me loving comes as naturally as exhaling. I share love when possible, show affection when needed, give gifts when appreciated, and extend hugs whenever necessary. In contrary it is accepting the same love that seems to comes for me with very little ease or natural tendencies. Similar to a kind compliment, I have become a master of dodging love like a targeted bullet. This is not a metal I am proud to wear. Somewhere along the way I have come to believe that the presence of love always guarantees a set of conditions, most likely because in the past it typically has. Regardless, this is a lie. A lie that up until now has kept my heart saturated in the belief that when I receive love from another I must also receive with that a hidden agenda. One filled with pay backs, collateral and a play book of their rules to encompass the love they are choosing to extend to me.
Like I said, that’s a lie. The truth is love should always be unconditional. Love looks not at flaws, issues, personality type or temperaments as anything more the entertainment for the journey and the flavour to an otherwise bland existence. Unconditional love gives room for darkness, imperfections and character flaws, knowing them as simply the-not-so silver lining to the truth. In accepting this condition-less love I am offering the genuineness of who I really am to anyone willing to share. It is only here that my unique heart can happily exist, where without effort unconditional love eliminates all judgement, preconceived notions and demands for change. This, like most things, is easier said than done. But like all things, not impossible. As I enter the next phase of my life, clear out the old and make room for the new, I know that the only kind of love for which I will choose to create space, is the rare kind that comes unconditional.
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