Words have great meaning and impetus and it is about words that our connection is made. Words. In a book of words it is as if a lifetime has been written on its pages and one may turn the pages and read through – oh! I did not like that or oh! I did like that or oh! I did that wrong.
It does not matter. What matters is the learning. What matters is love despite understanding of the self and the realisation that it is not all perfect. But that in itself is perfect enough.
Everybody has the right to achieve a happiness; to be regarded with love and to regard themselves with love. It does not make one unable to love if one has not loved or had love ‘fail’. Love never fails. It is purely perspective. Love is love. In the expression of words, love may come through every single syllable. In the look of the word; in the singing of the word; in the speaking of the word; in the writing of the word; in the sharing of the word. That is how powerful it is.
And it is never difficult to repeat the message for the self and for others for it is easy to forget when one is trying to makes ones way. But take a moment and ask the self is this love that speaks? Am I being loving to myself? Am I being loving to another? Do I understand the value of love? Do I understand its importance? Do I see with loving eyes? That does not mean to say you are blind for sometimes it is wise not to see everything; to understand that love exists is good enough.