I realized something today. Life is not really about living. No, not at all. Life is loving.
Life is a series of loving people and most of them, you’ll end up not loving at all. In fact, you may even savor that bitter taste they leave when they decide they are done with you loving them. And you want to stay stuck there in that place because if you let it go – if you accept the hole that they left, whether it’s a friend or more than that. It may even be your parents or a relative if you’re unlucky enough – it hurts, doesn’t it? Because you’re not the one who made the choice. They did. They chose not to be loved by you and there’s no worse feeling than that.
You trusted and gave a piece of yourself to them. And they walked away.
And you’ll do this over and over throughout your life. Your heart will be torn and tattered and held back together by haphazardly placed bandaids because you learn that you will probably allow that wound to be opened again at some point.
That’s what we do. That’s humanity.
We love. We lose. We love. We win. We love. We lose.
And we hope every single day that it ends with We Win. I know I do.
Some people will win. Some people won’t.
That’s what life is. It’s not really about living. It’s about loving.
Despite the overwhelming odds against us.