Listen up, motherfuckers: I'm perfect.
And so are you.
We're perfectly flawed and perfectly in a constant state of change.
There's this idea of a perfect relationship which I used to subscribe to–where both parties need to be whole themselves. But what does being whole mean? Wholeness is temporary. Life is going to bite our butts and create a hole in our wholeness. You cannot spell wholeness without holeness. But whatever you do, just please don't be an asshole.
We're broken. And who can blame us? Society has broken us. We're working jobs we hate, living an exhausting lifestyle, partying ourselves to despair, looking outwards for joy. It's no wonder the world has lost touch with magical element of Love. Because at the end of the day, we forget to even love ourselves.
My theory is that Love is the greatest source of energy in our universe. It is divine. But over time, society started to hoard Love. As if it were something finite. Newsflash: Love is infinite.
The dating apps don't help. This is why I wanted to build a new one in the first place. And what I was about to build wasn't just an app; it was to start a revolution. A revolution around Love.
I mean, look, I barely know what to watch on Netflix and Disney Plus. And now, you give me a multitude of apps with highly curated filtered-out photos barraging me of my potential "one."
How does one commit if there's a better show to watch just waiting around the corner? How does one cultivate Love and romanticism? At this point, arranged marriage doesn't sound like too bad of a deal.
I'm a self-proclaimed hopeful romantic. I've had my fair share of dates that led to nowhereland.
All I had was Love to give.
I'm a point in my life where I can confidently say I love myself (like Kanye loves Kanye). So simplistically speaking, there are only two reasons why those said dates didn't transform into romantic relationships:
- Misalignment in values
- Their problem
p.s. I still love them.
Yes. It's not you. It's them.
Buuuuuut you also gotta ask yourself: would you date you? If the answer to that is no, then I'm sorry to break it to ya: you should go and love yourself (okay there, Justin Bieber).
Most of us are looking for a relationship to delegate the Love we lack in ourselves. We're lonely. We need a boost of serotonin, so we crave the attention and the sexual experiences. Sidenote: sex is a sacred act, so proceed with caution. A wise person once told me that having sex spiritually merges two souls. So for the fuckboys out there, ask yourself: do you really want to carry the spiritual baggage of that other person?
But believe me, if you learn how to love yourself, you'll remember that you, too, are infinite. That Love is abundant. That you are worthy to give and receive Love.
The opposite of Love isn't Hate.
The opposite of Love is Fear.
“Love in your mind produces love in your life. This is the meaning of heaven. Fear in your mind produces fear in your life. This is the meaning of hell.”
-- Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love
Also, for any single ladies out there: hollaaaaa! 👋
All jokes aside, I highly recommend the book by Marianne Williamson titled A Return to Love. The book is not about relationships (as society has bastardized the term to be over time), it's about our relationship with the divine magic inherent within us called Love.
Stay lovely, folks!
p.s. if you want to learn more about my journey to loving myself, I'm piloting a 4-week mastermind with an intimate cohort of 6 where I share my experiences and research around the subject. It's pay what-you-want! Send me a DM 😉
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