Love is the opposite of judgment. Love is acceptance. It is accepting our own judgments without acting on them and accepting other people's judgments and beliefs without reacting to them. The result of acceptance is peace.
We tend to think of love as an uncontrollable feeling that comes over us. Although this overwhelming feeling does happen, real love and love that is sustained is always a choice. You choose to be open to someone, you choose to accept them, and that openness and acceptance allows love to flow. This process is often unconscious, so we often don’t realize we are choosing to accept someone when it’s happening. But that choice to accept someone is what precedes love. It happens unconsciously all the time, and it can happen more consciously too.
Love isn’t something we can understand because it’s not able to be grasped by the mind. Love is not in the mind’s or the ego’s domain. It’s a quality of Essence of who we really are and that is too mysterious for the mind to be able to contemplate. And the mind doesn’t want to. Yet love is where fulfillment lies and why relationships are so important to us.
When two people are meant to be together to enjoy love and life together, to help each other, or to learn something, love is just there. Where it comes from and why is one of the great mysteries of life. You don’t and can’t make love happen, it just happens.
Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for
a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold
what’s broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you
might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be
I didn’t understand love, so I certainly didn’t love myself enough, I’d only functioned in survival. Survival was easy because when you fight to survive the only person you have to consider is yourself.
There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.