A Note On Loving Unconditionally

I found this little piece of writing in the Notes section of my phone, where lots and lots of my late-night ponderings live. We'll call it, "A bowl of truth with a little side of cheese."

I will never apologize for loving unconditionally, for I know it does not make me weak. Or naive. Or ignorant. I don't know everything, nor will I ever, but I do know this: I don't have to trust someone to love them. I don't have to agree with someone to love them. I don't even have to like someone to love them. I feed myself daily with enough love that giving love to others doesn't lessen me. It strengthens me. I'm strong enough and secure enough and full enough to send my love out into the Universe every single day and hope it finds people in their most private moments and whispers in their ears to be better. Do better. Love better. And even if the whispers get lost, I know they'll travel where they need to go. Maybe they'll travel back to me when I need them the most and keep me strong. And secure. And full of love.