How to Love
If I could tell myself to do one thing, and only one thing it would be to Love.
It would be wrapped like the bud of a rose, not yet opened, but with so many layers to unfurl and display their beauty.
Being the first to love is hard, and scary. But it’s worth it. Go ahead and break through that barrier; it may hurt, but if it’s pure you will not regret it. Once you open up to love each new opportunity to love comes a little more easily because you see the value.
There is something magical about coming outside of yourself and being vulnerable to the world. Chances are you may get hurt, but it feels better to be open, breathing deep than closed tight within yourself hoping life doesn’t hurt.
Life will hurt sometimes. You may lose pieces of yourself. You may fear there is nothing left to give. You may fear the winter to come. But if you let that keep you closed up tight you’ll never know the beauty.
The beauty of the beginning when you’re just getting your feet wet and the outside of you still stands strong to protect the core.
The beauty of letting go of those walls and reaching for the sun because breathing feels so good.
The beauty of the rain falling on every part washing away the world, leaving only the heart.
The beauty of being touched and smelled and appreciated by one who needed to see love.
The beauty of losing pieces of yourself because you gave fully and opened your heart completely.
The beauty of knowing the end is coming, but remembering the experience was worth it.
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About Becky Hastings
I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.