Fun Love
To love someone or something free of expectation, agenda or return investment is the purest experience.
To rejoice in that persons decision or happiness even if it’s not what you personally desired, is unconditional love.
When there is deep indescribable love that is free from attachment, labels or future expectations…that my dear, is the end of suffering and the beginning of one’s true enlightenment.
Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on Valentine’s and romance in the movies.
We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important force in our lives.
For love is the creator of our favourite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams.
Love is a promise that is always kept, a promise to yourself, a fortune that can never be lost, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all – one known only by those who love unconditionally.
We often place so many expectations on our partners or the romantic notion of love, that we set ourselves up for disappointment. Not because the other is incapable of delivering what we desire, but because when we are focussed on a expectation, we miss the beauty of the process in which it takes to develop and unfold.
If you want a relationship to last, you’ve got to fall in love with the process. The process IS the relationship.
Enjoy it, have fun, it’s all fun if you have no expectations, at any age. Only then you can feel if you’re aligned together.
Lighten up, get out of your head and lead with a sense of curiosity and enthusiasm.
A Poem by James Kavanaugh
To love is not to possess,
To own or imprison,
Nor to lose one’s self in another.
Love is to join and separate
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able to be who really are
No longer clinging in childish dependency
Nor docile living separate lives in silence,
It is to be perfectly one’s self
And perfectly joined in permanent commitment
To another- and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
Receding and returning gently or passionately
Or moving lovingly like the tide
In the moon’s own predictable harmony
Because finally, despite a child’s scars
Or an adults deepens wounds
They are openly free to be who they really are- and always secretly were,
In the very core of their being
Where true and lasting love can alone abide.
Annie x
