I got slapped in the face. That crappy feeling of not feeling loved. Of feeling like there is a hole in my heart left by someone's removal of themselves from my life or sometimes just the realization someone wasn't loving me in the first place. I suffer.
I suffer because suddenly I feel, less. Am I less? Did the amount of love in my heart actually diminish? Probably not, because even if that person is gone, more than likely if they chose to leave, they weren't making a valid contribution anyway. And why is it that we have this idea that there is a limited amount of room on our hearts for love or that when some gets taken away, it takes some of our heart away? Our hearts are capable of holding an infinite amount of love, just as there is an infinite amount in the world, available and abundant at any time. We just have to choose to believe that; to not give in to the urge to believe that something must be some certain way for us to have access that all that love. That we have to have loving parents, a loving partner, loving children, that we have BE loving parents, loving partners, loving children. You weren't born as any of those things, you just were. Yet you were born WITH ALL THAT LOVE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS.
I keep reminding myself, the container doesn't get smaller, room is just getting made for that love to flood in. I just have to be open to all the ways it manifests itself.
I suffer because suddenly I feel, less. Am I less? Did the amount of love in my heart actually diminish? Probably not, because even if that person is gone, more than likely if they chose to leave, they weren't making a valid contribution anyway. And why is it that we have this idea that there is a limited amount of room on our hearts for love or that when some gets taken away, it takes some of our heart away? Our hearts are capable of holding an infinite amount of love, just as there is an infinite amount in the world, available and abundant at any time. We just have to choose to believe that; to not give in to the urge to believe that something must be some certain way for us to have access that all that love. That we have to have loving parents, a loving partner, loving children, that we have BE loving parents, loving partners, loving children. You weren't born as any of those things, you just were. Yet you were born WITH ALL THAT LOVE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS.
I keep reminding myself, the container doesn't get smaller, room is just getting made for that love to flood in. I just have to be open to all the ways it manifests itself.
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