Love is an emotion that fills us with joy. This joy is our happiness when we are filled with Love for another; our family, friends, job, home, possessions. But, what about how we Love ourselves? We are Love Beings but yet we are miserable, sad and unhappy when we are not in a loving relationship, dislike our job and believe we need more stuff in our lives to make us happy. At times we feel overwhelmed by the life we have created! However, if we Love who we are, as we are, shouldn’t that be enough and everything else would fall into place? As a society we believe if we are not in a loving relationship to complete us something is missing in our lives. We seem to be under this impression that we are lonely and alone because we are not good enough or worthy enough. We lack something personally because we are missing the most important aspect in life which is a loving, supportive mate to share our existence with. We begin to crucify ourselves for not being good enough, thin enough, pretty enough or capable enough because there has to be something wrong with us. We are lonely! We are alone!
With this inner ache suffocating us we cannot comprehend life without another. Why?
I believe that we need to remember that each person in this society comes with their own agenda and their own childhood, as well as, their own personal contract with God! Love is this emotion that has to simply be the root of who one is. Many of us are wounded by our past, the words spoken to us from our parents or any negative, abusive behavior that we have endured. Yet, those who have abused us were taught themselves to abuse by how they were treated. We wear our abuse like a life preserver and choose to float through life and sometimes even sink to the deepest depth of despair. We are a society of generational beings who abuse ourselves because another has abused us. Words planted like seeds to grow float around our minds for years. The inner child screams at the self in fear, guilt, shame and grief because of the lies, illusions and attachment to a life empty of Love.
Everyone at one time or another is in a realtionship that fills them with happiness one moment and then disappointment. Many of us cry, laugh, support and encourage those we love but then feel we are not supported or encouraged in life. Life is about the cherished moments and difficult times. I believe that in any relationship there MUST be respect, for another’s space, one Must keep their individuality to know their truth. Everyone is good at something, do what you are good at and life will flow. Choose to be happy by connecting to your truth. The bottom line is that we are all doing the very best that we can and yet we attack one another for memories of moments from our past that ignite a pain. The triggers of the mind are the ego holding on to that which is done. You are not that child today and you can have your own voice now. We are all One and there is a consciousness to life that we all add to – choose your thoughts, words and actions wisely because they affect us all!
How can anyone Love another if they cannot Love themselves?
Who is not addicted to something?
Who has not been abused at one time in life?
Who has not been betrayed or themselves betrayed another?
Who has not despaired over another?
Who has not felt responsible for those they share their life with?
Who has not blamed themselves for everything wrong in their lives?
Who has not blamed another for everything wrong in their lives?
Who has not felt like a victim, slave or prostitute at one time?
I believe we do not lack anything and what is most important in life is to Love oneself, set free the belief that you are not complete so that you can surrender to your agenda. There are no mistakes, no accidents or sin in life. Everything happens for a reason. We create our tomorrow today by our thoughts, words and actions. Choose what you want to create carefully by releasing that which no longer serves you from your past. To be happy, joyful and whole one must be who they are! We are all Love Beings, believe this is so…
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