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.
C. A. Walsh
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