The truth is, that even if you don’t want to lend your art to the subject of love, if there’s love present – in any form - in your life, it will overflow from you for better or for worse. I have found this to be true in what I’ve noted, here, over the past few years. From the neurosis of indecision to the questions that follow separation, from the notion of missing to the witnessing of others falling, to love is to live and to live is to love. They cannot be divided – no matter what that love looks like for you currently.
The chances are high that there is someone that you miss missing, or that there are untold declarations that you still hold achingly close. It’s possible that pride formerly stole your ability to share affection or that the fight for persistence has dulled a once-special relationship. I’m not talking about romance solely, although the hold of such a feeling is – of course – uniquely gripping, but of the enduring sensibilities of loving holistically; old friends, new friends, those like you, those nothing like you, your siblings, your parents, a now-lover, a then-lover, the every-days, the every once-in-a-whiles, your peers, your elders and your little ones.
The point is, that our scope for loving is infinite. And, as I’ve expressed in the personal nostalgia of the scripts below, the trajectory of successful devotion requires an unceasing cycle of: question, confess, surrender, adore – repeat. It’s not a mantra, it’s a mess. But, there’s no doubt in my mind that loving clumsily is a more fulfilling position to take than residing on an immaculate island made for one.
Choose your player from the thoughts below. Hold onto one, or two, or more of their sentiments and take the reflection or action that feels most challenging. It’s an unpredictable assignment, sure, but what’s Valentine’s Day without a little embarrassment?