What Does Love Look Like Today?

Yesterday love looked like showing my seven year old cousin around my room. Love looked like indulging her in her childhood exploits. Yesterday love spoke with her young voice and looked at me with her eyes full of wonder.

Love isn't this seemingly inexplicable force that no one living has ever seen. It's something bigger than that and something smaller. It is so simple it makes no sense. I make no claim to know just what exactly love is, but I know what it's not. Love can be so fickle and yet it's the driving force that formed this world and the next.

Self love has eluded me most of this life. It's a wretched journey I'm on, that doesn't seem to end. There are parts of the road that are smother than others. There's days where the victory was getting out of bed and others where it is great accomplishment after the next. Learning to love oneself is possibly one of the greatest trials of this life.

It is easy to love anything and anyone outside of yourself. Loving yourself is hard. It's not taught, it's not expected or even required on this side of history. The minute you work up the courage to proclaim love for yourself it is interpreted as you thinking that you are perfect. Love is not perfect and is not without mistake.

Today love looked like changing my sheets. And making my bed. Today love looked like sitting in the wind and letting it move me in its five directions. Love today looked very small and very simple. Love today was quiet and outspoken, it was a stone in the storm. Today love looked like listening.

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