unconditional love

‘The sun is dying,’ I said, looking up.
The sun really looked like it was dying, shot by the force of the Earth’s rotation and the inevitable pull of time. The sky was a hue of rosy pink, catching the last brilliant lights left scattered across the horizon.
'If it’s dying, why does it have to be so magnificent?’ he asked.
'I guess the sun likes being grand.’
He took my hand and warmed it in his without saying a word. Everything around us turned quiet - the humming traffic, the whispering passer-bys, the occasional rustle of autumn leaves. We were walking along Central. The giant clock at Federation square showed 5:40pm. Our movements were slow, sedated - anything but hurried. If the sun really was dying, we were very much alive.
Loving yourself isn’t always easy.
However, this is a battle that must be won.
Must.
For all of the beauty that exists around us must first stem from the realization of the beauty that exists within.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
She stopped midway, sighed softly, and said:
I believe that there is no such thing as a coincidence. Every encounter happens for a reason. But I don’t think that it’s as simple as a blessing or a lesson. With some people, it’s a little bit of both. Their lives cross yours once and leave you speechless wondering about them for the rest of your life. Did meeting them make you better, or worse? You never know. But one thing is certain: that you come out of it different from before.
Be with someone who lets you know that your past is absolutely and unbelievably okay to have. Be with someone who encourages you to tell your stories about any former lovers, friends, or other person that helped mold you to your present being. Be with someone who wants the best for you, even when it isn’t the best for them. Be with someone who pushes you to be a better versions of yourself, who expands your mind, and opens you up to a space of growth. Be with someone who reminds you that with or without them, you are still shining like the brightest star in the sky.
—  You can make yourself feel like shit, you don’t need another person to do it.
The way she slept in his bed made his heart warm with strange feelings. Her body coiled up like a small nocturnal animal, hands folded neatly on her waist. As he crept closer to gaze at her, she stirred, ever so slightly. Open out her hands, eyes still closed, she said in a dreamy voice:
‘Come, warmth.’
That was the moment he knew this girl was his home.
—  When home is not a place but a person
You and your body are not meant to work against one another, but to work together in harmony. You’re both a team. A single unit.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
The Profound Bond as Allegory

“I understand. The bird represents God. And coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him. It’s… It’s hilarious.” —Castiel, Hunteri Heroici, 8x08

For me, a forty-mumblemumble-year-old who has never shipped anything other than packages via FedEx or USPS before, Destiel was initially amusing. Then intriguing. And the more I watched the show, the more I read meta analyses from fans, the more I explored whatever that relationship was through my own writing, something kept eluding me. Something deep. Something profound.

And one day in the shower—because all of my sudden insights take place in the shower, where I have no place to record them—I finally caught up to the idea that had been teasing at the edges of my mind for months. Yes, one can view Supernatural as an urban-fantasy-adventure-horror story. One can view it as a love story. And it also works really well as an allegory.

There’s a reason why, in Jewish tradition, Shir Hashirim—Song of Songs—is the biblical book considered to be an allegorical expression of the love between God and the Jewish people. It’s also essentially biblical porn. When we’re integrated with our human physical selves, experiencing the world through physical senses, sexuality is one of the most powerful ways to give and receive feelings of love and connection that transcend words.

On the surface, the very physical surface, Destiel is about two really hot guys who can’t quite figure out how to tell each other that they love each other—that they’re in love with each other. Dig a little deeper, and it’s about a man (especially in Season four) who sees himself as a fuckup (he did start the apocalypse, after all), who can only make a difference through hunting, and is completely undeserving of the attention of an angel, who in turn sees himself as trying but always failing, yet dedicated to proving his own worth to the man who represents everything beautiful about humanity, and everything heaven is missing.

But underneath that there’s something more.

Dean is human. He operates on the limited information available at the time, with limited resources, and limited energy. He tries. Sometimes he’s successful. Sometimes he fails. And with one notable exception, his moral compass is true. He redeems himself by saving others. He tries to prove his worth, tries to prove that it wasn’t a mistake for him to be on the planet, by saving others. He gives with everything he has, even if that’s not enough.

The one notable exception to his moral compass is what happened in hell. That he broke under torture. That he became that which he despised. That he became everything he’d ever fought against. It’s the one thing for which he can never forgive himself, the one thing for which he can never allow anyone else to forgive him.

Castiel is an angel. Timeless, powerful (for a while anyway), unknowable in his complexity. He operates—at first—on orders, without question. And when he does finally question, he sees that Dean’s moral compass is truer than that of the angels in charge. He sees that Dean—humanity, doing the right thing, making a positive difference in someone’s life—is worth learning from, worth fighting for, worth venerating.

Castiel has seen Dean at his very worst, seen Dean torturing others and enjoying it, seen Dean’s self-hatred that grew out of it. And still, Castiel helps, follows, saves, loves. Everything he does, no matter how badly it turns out, is for Dean.

Castiel is unconditional love.

He might get angry. He might disagree. But he will never stop loving Dean. He will never stop seeing the brightness in Dean’s soul, Dean’s beauty, Dean’s goodness.

How many of us yearn for that?

That no matter how many mistakes we make, how many bad decisions, how many times we strike out, how little we think we’ve accomplished, someone or something always sees our innate goodness, the beauty that is our essence, the brightness with which we shine.

We spend so much of our lives certain that we’re not enough: not beautiful enough, not thin enough, not muscular enough, not tall enough, not wealthy enough, not in a good enough job, not lovable enough, not smart enough, not educated enough, not a good enough child / sibling / parent / friend / employee / employer. What would it mean to hear someone say that none of that matters? That you are a beautiful, bright, shining soul and nothing could ever tarnish your worth.

Because you are, and nothing can. And no matter how much you think you’ve failed, you are loved.

I just want one person to fight for me. To make me feel like I’m worth never letting go. I need someone to fight for me so selflessly and passionately; so much so, I can feel it through the universe. I want someone to hold on tight to me, because they know I’m worth it, the way I know I’m worth it.
—  Treka L. House
To the lucky girl who gets to love her, be with her and win her heart over;

Please take care of her, make sure she knows how much she’s worth, she tends to take care of everyone else around her and always forget to put herself first, so take care of her.

Love her unconditionally as if there’s no tomorrow anymore, always remind her how much you love her, how lucky you are to be able to love her and be loved back by her, never let her go to sleep without letting her know you love her.

Always make her feel special, put her first before anyone or anything else, she’s the most important person in your life so don’t forget to act like it, she’s your number one priority and don’t forget that.

Give her space, let her have her own time, she loves to just be left alone sometimes, and that’s not a bad thing, let her breathe, let her think and rest, if she wants to be alone, don’t take it personally, just understand her and give her the time and space that she needs.

Always listen to her. When she tells you things, pay attention, remember everything, even the small details, especially the smallest details. Listen to what she’s telling you, show her that you understand and that you’re all ears. If she wants to rant, let her rant, if she wants to tell you a story let her tell you a story. Never interrupt her, always show that you’re interested, don’t make her feel worthless.

Don’t let her go to bed mad. No matter what you’re fighting or arguing about, or no matter who’s wrong or right, never let her go to bed mad. Talk to her. Tell her you’re sorry. Tell her you love her. Even if its not your fault act like it is, just don’t let her go to bed mad.

She hates hanging out with a big group of people that she’s not close with, so don’t force her to go to parties if she doesn’t want to. But don’t leave her either even if she says its ok for you to go, instead choose to stay with her. Watch her favourite movies with her. Watch the TV shows that she loves, even if you don’t really get why she loves them. Put on her favourite music, and lay there under the covers. Spend time with her. Hug her tight and let her know how lucky you are.

She loves animals. She probably loves them more than you and you shouldn’t be offended by that, don’t take it personally. She has 3 birds, and a rabbit (plus her mum’s 2 rabbits). If she wants to spend time with them and not you let her, they mean the world to her. Learn to love them too.

She’s got the biggest heart. A part of her salary always goes towards donations, no matter how big or small your salary is: help her, contribute.

She fights for what is right, and you should support her, never say that what she believes in is crap, respect her beliefs and respect her.

She doesn’t eat breakfast materials for breakfast. Always cook her something. She loves food. Always make sure there’s potatoes, chicken and watermelon around, she absolutely love those. No matter how much you love her though, never let her near the kitchen!

She goes to the gym and plays softball. Always go with her (unless she wants her own space). Show your support. Go to her games, watch her catch and bat and lift. Encourage her. Be there for her. But after every gym session and after every game, come up to her and ask her if she’s ok, she might say yes, but her knees are probably killing her, so make her sit, and massage it for her. Don’t let her drive. Take her home and let her rest.

After work, she’s going to be hella tired, so cook her food, put on her favourite shows or music, run a hot bath for her, and let her rest and sleep. Take care of her.

Don’t take her out on really expensive and/or loud dates, take her out to somewhere she loves, or stay in. Give her a list of options. Always prepare more than one date idea. Dates should just be about the two of you, so make sure its somewhere the two of you can just talk.

Communicate with her. Always talk to her. She hates small talks, ask her about her day, talk to her about everything, don’t keep secrets, be honest to her.

Always say good morning and good night to her. Always ask her how was her day. Ask her if she’s eaten. Ask her if she’s okay. Always tell her to drive safe. Tell her you miss her. Tell her you love her.

Take care of her please. Love her more than anyone or anything.

You’re lucky to have her. You’re lucky to be with her. She’s the type of girl anyone would be lucky to be with.

She’s kind, honest, loyal, down to earth, kind hearted, genuine, sweet (the sweetest), caring, amazing, witty, dirty minded, charming, big hearted, and she’s perfect, she’s perfect despite her past, despite her flaws, so love her.

Take care of her. Love her. She chose you.

—  (love her because i can only love her from afar.)

Holding on to negative belief-systems such as of fear, victim-hood, separateness and personal limitation will be a heavy, self-inflicted burden to carry on your journey to self-awakening.  Trust in the wisdom of non-identification (with form) and embrace all that you are, as the whole cosmos”.   ~Anon I mus

Making a difference in the world does not have to involve something overwhelming massive. You don’t need to find the cure for cancer or completely put an end to world hunger. Making a difference in the world comes from many small acts of kindness, each and every day. It comes from shedding light onto the lives of others’. YOU can make a difference. You can.

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