Love languages

A few days ago, I had a vicious argument with one of my nearest and dearest. In a moment of anger, I was unable to let go of expectations that simply weren’t compatible with reality.

For as long as I clenched myself around these expectations, or rather, clenched the expectations around myself, it went on. Regret. Righteousness. Heavy, cold silences.

I had to remind myself of something important… Just because somebody might not express love for me the way I’d like, doesn't mean they don't love me with everything they have.

Love speaks many languages. It’s no wonder things get lost in translation sometimes. Though it’s not always easy to believe, I do believe that love permeates everything.

They say “the truth will set you free”. Well, truth is a lot like death - an incentive to let go of the idea that you know better. Perhaps the beauty and grace is revealed through the simple but significant process of humbling oneself toward what is present.

In humility, there can be reconciliation - the opportunity to forgive our past selves and at the same time, forgive others. What are we forgiving? The crime of being different, which is really no crime at all.

Love calls me to live like a naked, dancing fool, uncloaked by the burdensome chainmail of dissatisfaction. It seems like a bit of a crazy idea. Were my days not numbered as all of our days are numbered, I might be able to ignore it.

You and I both know that death, truth and the unknown always seem to arise with unreasonable requests - but it is precisely because these requests are so unreasonable that they are able to lead us through ourselves, into the nucleus of existence.