I thought when I was young, I could be such a good little girl that everyone would love me and life would be peaceful and secure. Over the years I discovered that love does not work that way. The wide variance of capacity to love resides in the heart and mind of each individual, and is not reliably foreseen. The only emotion that has guaranteed impact is the propensity to hate.
We see, we learn, we live, and see again – only to discover another revelation that not all see in the same way. Therefore, I choose … I choose to accept the feeling of love when and where it happens, as a gift to me. It is rarely predictable – I cannot make it happen, nor earn or demand it.
Because of that, the emotion of love is the ultimate personal experience within me. The fact of its existence cannot be known unless I share it. I consciously try very hard to not let it cloud my better judgment of life decisions that affect any other person. In the whole process, I believe when sufficient love manifests in any given life, there is far less room to harbor the propensity to hate. That, is good.