Without Love

Without Love, we are an empty shell wearing a collection of masks, a bodysuit of armour that suffocates, strangles and weighs us down. We live a pretend life, scared of living truly. For living truly means loving truly. Oneself, other people, everything that makes up our whole world.

But be under no illusions: forget what we’ve been told about Love. Love is fierce, standing no illusion. And this Fierce Love needs a Robust Vessel. Are we strong enough to be open, vulnerable, authentic? Or shall we go on wearing those masks, that armour that lets us survive, keep small, safe?

Isn’t it time to thrive, to grow, expand? To claim our birthright of strength, courage, risk taking, freedom, all flowing from openness & vulnerability. When we admit & accept that we don’t know how to do certain things. That we fail. That we’re not very good at certain things. Maybe even hopeless. When we can say it out loud, have it witnessed.

What relief to know we’re not the only one. This is one of the best kept secrets, one we may have even kept from ourselves. Knowing it’s vital to ask for help sometimes. Or will we choose to believe the lies we’ve been fed, the lies that keep us trapped, lonely, isolated, fearful of being seen & heard for who we truly are?

(This is a piece I’ve just found that I wrote back in 2015. It was specifically aimed at men but re-reading it now, I’d say it’s for us all. What’d’y’say?)