Dear Married People
What if love was only a figment of our imagination…?
What if love was meant to live merely as an idea?
What if love is God and God is love and God is you and you are love and love is you and you are hopeless and so it follows that love is hopeless.
What if love took place only in a certain state of mind and you’re not equipped to think in that dimension due to circumstances.
What if love was one big misapprehension and we’re all just living in fool’s paradise.
Most importantly, what if we’re incapable of loving…?
Really, sometimes I question if I love myself because there are things I go out of my way to do for others, even people I don’t exactly deem worthy of my love, that I don’t even do for myself. Disclaimer: I’m not a people pleaser. I think it falls more under kindness. I’m not compelled to be nice and I am not of the belief that there’s some sort of reward or compensation awaiting you after having done “good” for others, and neither am I expectant of anything in return. Thing is, I am someone who relies solely on myself and I know that insofar I keep doing what I can and am capable of, I have the rest of my life to love myself, so why not hold off on it and perhaps, love others first. Especially if someone seeks…
