Someone made a comment the other day that was intended to hurt me. It was something to the tune of “Why don’t you just give up on the tired old love act? Nobody’s buying it.” It didn’t hurt me, it made me sad for the pain that this person must be internalizing so deeply that they are upset by someone trying to spread love.
Here’s the thing: This isn’t an act. Love isn’t what I do, it’s who I am. I’m not negatively impacted whatsoever if “nobody’s buying it”, but if one person is getting something out of it, that’s one person I have positively impacted. I’m shit at math, but that’s a win in my book.
What I learned about love is that it doesn’t diminish when you give it away, it grows. I learned that I don’t need to like you to love you, and that I don’t need love to be returned to feel validated or appreciated. I give love away because it’s in short supply for a lot of hurt people, and if even one of them hurts a little less because they feel loved, it was worth it all.
Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.