“But love wasn’t about sacrifice, and it wasn’t about falling short of someone’s expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.” – Jodi Picoult
In celebration of all of the other days before and after Valentine’s Day, I am writing this blog entry. Love is an extraordinary feeling, so powerful it has the ability to transform your sense of self. Love doesn’t deserve one day to celebrate its greatness. In fact, it deserves to be celebrated each day in as many moments as possible.
Love exists in the moments. In the moments when you see the beauty of a sunny morning, a child holding the hand of a parent, or the puppy down the street chasing a ball. Love is easy to see in the minutes we are happy, it’s a lot harder to find in the minutes that scare us, break our hearts or make us sick to our stomach. But it’s there. It’s always there if you look hard enough.
Trouble is life has a way of leading us in a direction where we miss the moments, the ones that embody love. Sometimes it’s because we become too involved in creating something or being a certain version of ourselves. Sometimes we miss the love, because we don’t know how to see it or where to even look. And sometimes the definition of love that we have created or been taught doesn’t exist.
There are moments in our lives that remind us that tomorrow isn’t a promise. So in the name of love, slow down and give yourself the opportunity to LOVE the moments.
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