Love is a funny thing... I have realized that it grows on its own, it has a mind of its own, and it’s not conditional. Love is love. It’s simple. It comes from a goof place. It comes from kibdness. It grows from kindness. It’s real. It feels real.
There are people in this world that I love. I am lucky to feel this way for them. Some of them are people that I don’t even know so well. Maybe that’s the reason I love them.
I try not to judge people. But sometimes I do. It means I have some growing up to do. Most of it comes from a gut feeling. Some people have told me crazy stories like having gone to the prison and I didn’t judge them. And some have said something small that they did and I have judged them.
Anyway... I’m very busy at work these days but also consumed with the reality of life. I feel at ease when I am with him and I enjoy spending my time with him. But lovehas not been created yet.... we haven’t even had ... yet. Which makes me wonder why... reminds me of the challenges of adulthood ... but I have decided to not overthink it
I have been distracted by a lot of news about people and tbeir sickness... which has made me sad...
We live in a complicated world... and I want to make sure that I do my part in being kind and loving to all those around me...