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Love is all you need to get you through the best and worst of times in life. Love from your family, your friends and those you surround yourself with.
“Anyone who’s lost a parent or will lose one will understand that this is a unique loss. Parents were the first to hold us when we were born, the first to love us, and the first people we loved.”
Loving someone, anyone, means trusting them implicitly, and when we get hurt by that love in whatever form that may be we never forget that feeling, never. When your heart is broken it leaves a gaping hole in your chest and the open wound can take a lifetime to heal, if at all.
Often to protect ourselves, we retreat and withdraw further into our depths of darkness. It’s a survival instinct, to stop the pain and suffering that comes hand in hand with a broken heart. This also comes at a cost, to those that are closest to us because by protecting ourselves we in turn risk hurting those that surround us. Of course it’s never intentional, but it’s a risk all the same. It ends up being a viscous cycle that’s often difficult to dismount. Kind of like a merry-go round, you can only stay on for so long before you draw tired of it and need to ground yourself once again.
But on the same token, love is the one thing we have to open ourselves up to in order to properly heal, to breathe, to start living again. To live a life of love, and to be loved. No wound ever heals to the point that it completely disappears, it’s always going to be there beneath the surface like all battle scars are. But it does get less and less significant with the increased amount of love you welcome back into your life.
Trusting, loving, are risks. But it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Don’t you think?
xxx
