Love Isn't a Relationship Status
Ah, here I am again talking about love 🙂 But what is love? I've posted about love so many times. Love for self, love for others, unconditional love… the whole spectrum. But when I sit down these days—really sit, breathe, and drop into the heart centre—I keep noticing something. Most of us are walking around with a pretty wonky idea of what love actually is. Oh my… what am I letting myself in for now? I can already hear the comments: 'Rubbish post!' or 'Love is clearly…' 😉 But here goes anyway. To me, love is everything. Love is with us from the moment we're conceived...our mother's body gives us life through love. Then we're born, and we receive love from parents, siblings, family. Then later, from friends, colleagues, the kindness of strangers, the unexpected grace of a difficult experience. Love is all around. So we should be happy, right? And yet. The next time you're sitting with your dog or your cat, just pause. Feel their energy. Notice the sensation of them being with you. A dog's love? Unconditional, always, no strings attached. Cats? Well, they have their own beautiful, mysterious opinions on life. They'll offer their love when they're ready, and honestly, there's a kind of wisdom in that too. They teach us about consent, about presence, about not forcing anything. Then take a long, honest look at your life. Where is your love right now? How do you show it? Do you love yourself? And I don't mean how you look in the mirror, though that matters too, because you matter. I mean deep down. Do you love who you are? What do you stand for? The direction you're moving in, even if it's slow and messy? I used to ask my friends: - What's most important to your life? - What feels missing? - What are you actually seeking? And the answers were almost always: - Love - Happiness - Success But here's the thing, love... it comes, and it goes. We've been taught that love is mostly about relationships. A partnership. A marriage. And when that love shifts or leaves, we're often left in a real mess. Depression, anxiety, sadness, a sense of being broken kicks in.