Kicking off the new year with some writing FOR MYSELF — something that I’ve not done for years — because of a typical “Life gets in the way” rationale.
So, what is love? This is a loaded question so here is my attempt to unpack it by looking at what I want — in an abstract and concrete sense.
I don’t want a firefighter, I want a fire safety planner.
I don’t want to fight in the wrong battles, where I grow my “skills” in the wrong areas.
I don’t want to keep questioning whether I am enough.
I don’t want to think love is a chore. Love takes efforts, yes, but not a toll on your mental reserve.
I don’t want old habits, old patterns, same old stories about self-worth carried from previous times.
I want to inspire, not micro-manage.
I want initiative, not obligation.
I want togetherness, physically and spiritually, not isolation or silent suffering.
I want to realise my potential, be my better self, and help the other do the same.
That’s all I want. Is it that hard?
