Love is not synonymous with endless joy and ecstasy-Benjamin Zulu
Only the immature think that way and they rush towards love for that reason. Rather, love is synonymous with growth and becoming. Self-love, for instance, liberates you. But before it sets you free it strikes you with anger and pain.
Your eyes get opened and you feel angry at the people who treated you wrong when you didn’t know how to ask for better. You feel angry at yourself for the things you allowed and the way you disregarded your inner voice.
You regret the lost time. You feel an urgent drive to push people out and make room for the new you.
Love doesn’t just tickle you; it shapes you. Love isn’t a cushy bed or a comfy seat, but a winding path away from who you used to be. Love is a journey of homecoming.
When love is right it makes you take flight. You transmute into a different person and a different realm.
After the pain of shedding off the unhealthy life your unloved self had built, you begin the pleasurable ascent into higher and higher versions of yourself. You still feel impatience and regret as to why you didn’t start this journey earlier, but the reward of having reached here during your lifetime is a cause for eternal gratitude.
And strangely, the new places don’t feel new. They feel like you’ve been there before.
But of course, you’re headed home. Where else do you think the idea of you was conceived? Love invented you. You belong to love. Go home to Love.
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