Love Unconditionally

This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
— Walt Whitman

I don't feel like I have too much on my plate. But then again, I'm not sure I've figured out what my plate can hold. I have a nasty habit of testing the weight-bearing warnings.

Falling to pieces is a painful experience. The "opportunity" of the moment is the last thing we feel like hearing. Let me suffer. The meandering lazy river of sorrows is damn right intoxicating. Who doesn't love feeling hopeless from time-to-time?

But as Maria Popova vividly shares, "every once in a while, you stumble upon something so lovely, so unpretentiously beautiful and quietly profound, that you feel like the lungs of your soul have been pumped with a mighty gasp of Alpine air."

How does love present itself in your life? What would improve if you let yourself love more?

My girlfriend is my partner in crime. She loves me like no other. I found the courage to write because I feel unconditional love. It's about having faith in the purpose of a loved one's life. Everyone should know what it feels like to experience failure with open arms to catch us.