Jun 08, 2006 14:38
Today, I am reminded why I do my work, why I try to be loving, regardless of what others do or dont do. This morning, I was having a rough time of it, trying to figure out just how to engage with some in my life (who is making it increasingly difficult to behave in loving manner towards) in the most loving way I could find. I found myself despairing, not knowing what to do ... and then wondering why I work so hard to love.
Then, on the way to work, I remembered something about how good I feel when others allow me to love them. For me, the times I am happiest, most at peace in my soul, is when I can offer my love to others in very real and concrete ways. Sure, I like when people are nice to me, when they love me back ... but really, my joy comes from loving myself and others.
And today, I have been reading snipets about how folks are praising the murder of another human being ... and I thought to myself, how sad. How profoundly disconnected from other human beings must we be when we do not understand that, truely, we are all in this together. That at a fundamental level, only cells separate our eternal natures ... and that when we hate or maim or kill "someone else", we are really just doing it to ourselves.
And so I am reminded that I work hard to love others because doing so means loving myself. And damn, I am worth it! :)