When pilgrims introduced the idea of owning land to Native Americans, it was completely baffling to them.
This is mother earth, how can you possibly own her? That’s like saying, “I own the sun.” No you don’t, you dumbass.
I feel the same way about love.
I don’t own it, I’m not entitled to it, and I can’t buy or sell it. Love belongs to itself.
The only love you get to keep is the love you give to others. Love isn’t love until you give it away. It becomes love in the giving.
And remember, just because you give love to someone doesn’t mean they’re obliged to give it back. Love is not a transaction. It’s complete in and of itself.
True love is to love for the sake of love. Loving to get something in return is manipulation, no matter how flowery and cute it looks.
Love requires tremendous faith and humility. It takes courage and strength. Patience and letting go. Trying to control love is like trying to pry open a flower. You’ll just destroy it and look like an idiot.
If the “love” you received in your childhood was manipulative, abusive, or neglectful, you may spend your life as a pilgrim trying to collect the deed on a parcel of love, simply because you don’t know any better.
Not learning true love as a child wasn’t your fault. But learning how to love as an adult is up to you.
If you’ve been trying in vain to poach love from the wild and have it mounted above your fireplace, maybe it’s time to try something different?