Detached Devotion
Sometimes I think I could be in love with anyone and everyone, with myself, with life, with death.
With all of it. Nothing and everything all at once.
If I stopped telling myself I had to choose, had to limit, had to define who and what and when and how to love.
If I stopped shrinking my capacity for joy and love and pleasure despite being taught that it’s “too much”.
If I realized my ability to see beauty in anything was a strength, not a weakness.
If I just gave myself the chance, I’d fall in love with the entire world.
If I wasn’t so afraid, I’d have a love affair with it all.