Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love.
Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.
Nothing can point you to true anything, let alone true north.
Besides — and never forget this — you are trying to get lost.
so be sure not to pack any food or water.
It is only the hungry who feed, only the thirsty who are quenched.
telling everyone exactly where you will not be.
The last thing you need is someone coming to your rescue.
and tear it up. You will be traveling on a scale
that no one has ever drawn.
This would only attract predators.
On second thought, go ahead.
Be sure to lie, like a fox leaving false tracks.
Someday they will thank you.
But if you think you have, you haven’t.
If you think haven’t, you probably have.
stab yourself in the foot with it. You will
reach your destination much faster if you are limping.
There are many signposts along the way.