To feel loved is to feel safe. Safe to fail. Safe to rest. Safe to be ordinary. Love, when it’s real, lowers your shoulders. Your breath deepens. You stop performing. You don’t have to audition for belonging. Being unloved for too long teaches you bad habits. You stop asking. You stop expecting. You start calling crumbs a meal. Love should not make you beg. Love should not keep score. Love should not leave you guessing where you stand. It’s consistency. It’s knowing that if the world turns cold, there’s a place where you are already chosen. There’s something beautifully old-fashioned about real love. It shows up. It keeps its word. It doesn’t vanish when things get inconvenient. Our ancestors knew this—love was proven in actions, not declarations. And maybe we’d be wiser to remember that. Here’s my strong opinion, offered gently but firmly: If you constantly feel anxious, unseen or emotionally hungry, something is off. Love may not be loud, but it i...
Regarding the way we think or what we feel? Is it up for debate? There's a quiet truth in the hums beneath ev eryday life. That each one of us has a mind molded by our own seasons- like the way we were raised, and how we survived, the people we love and loved, the faith that steadies us, and even the soil we've tended. No two pairs of hands touch the world the same way, so why would our thoughts come out matching? We're allowed our own opinions. Not because we're stubborn or set in our ways, but because we're human, and we also have the right to choose. Our thoughts, opinions, and the way we respond are our soul's fingerprint-Uniquely ours, shaped by memory and meaning, and there's no honest living without it. Having an opinion doesn't mean we are shouting down the world, refusing to listen. It just means having a bit of a backbone and saying, "This is what my life has taught me." People may agree or disagree or even wander somewhere in bet...