Sometimes you throw a wish out into the universe in the hopes that something will boomerang back to you – for good, or ill.
Maybe it’s a desire for tender, romantic love that extends beyond the possibilities of everything you’ve ever known before. And I mean, EVERYTHING.
It’s the kind of love that you’ve only read about or have seen in movies where your head tells you that it doesn’t exist, but in your heart you know that there’s someone waiting for you; you’re connected by an invisible magnetic pull — an infinite thread that traverses time and space — and all your life you’ve been directed on a path to the very moment where you come face-to-face with this person. And when you do, you feel like you’ve done a figure eight around the moon and back. It’s as if you’ve known each other before…like a return home.
Or maybe your wishes are grounded in something more conventional?
You’re after tangible results: fall in love; live together; share the laundry and gardening duties; cook and clean, buy a house and start a family. From there, you move seamlessly through your days together. You’ve found your happy place. Your house is beautiful and you’re surrounded by everything you could ever ask for.
But sometimes that boomerang comes straight back, hitting you right in the face. It hurts. You never saw it coming and now you’re wading deep in heartbroken angst, asking yourself how the universe could be so cruel.
Things didn’t turn out as you’d hoped, but at least no one can say that you didn’t put your heart on the line — along with a few too many heartfelt, gushy emoticons, which now seem so silly. You were in over your head, following your heart in the hopes that it would take you somewhere, anywhere…
Rest assured, you wake up the next day…the next week…the next month and realise that everything is much clearer.
Because when love comes crashing down it forces us to question not only who we are, but what we really want for ourselves, and more importantly, what we know we deserve. It helps us to grow. It frees us from our past hurts, and sometimes, the inescapable truth about how we love, and why we sometimes push love away.
There is no right or wrong way to love. It’s about free will. But if we let ourselves give and receive love, the possibilities open us up to the potential of ourselves, and those around us. It can fill all of those spaces inside that we never knew were there — the dark recesses that needed to be woken up, to breathe…to be released.
I’ve been thinking a lot about love, lately. About its shape and form, how we hold onto it, or let it go; the way in which it transforms our thoughts and our physical well-being, and how it ultimately moulds us into who we are.
Sometimes it’s easier to give love than it is to truly receive it. Sure, there’s the risk of opening our hearts to someone who might leave us with a chasm so deep that it might never be filled again, but we all need to be loved — and to give love — if we’re going to set ourselves free.
NB: The Art of Loving (top image) is a brilliant book that I’ve been revisiting lately, given to me by a very dear friend. It shines a light on what it really means to love.
Happy Valentine’s Day ♥