Unconditional Love, RECONSIDERED…
My friend Rayya sent me this quote yesterday and I love, love, love it. Some of you may have heard this one already, but it bears repeating.
As a lifelong irrational utopian airy-fairy dreamer myself, I have had to learn how to live in the real — and also how to love in the real. Cracks and all. Sweat and all. Mess and all. Perfectly beautiful imperfection and all….
Here goes:
?Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty.?
Courtney A. Walsh
