A Garden Full Of Flowers

All I have is me — which used to sound scary because I felt alone. But I realized that if I truly had me, if I truly loved me, then I always had me. And that’s the most important relationship you can have.

Oftentimes in life, we move through the world disconnected from the roots of ourselves, chasing love without knowing it’s something we already have. When you think about it, as a baby you create love — you form a bond with your caretaker no matter what kind of parenting you receive. You love them unconditionally, even at your own detriment. And when that love isn’t returned, you start to rationalize and place the blame on yourself:

Why don’t they love me? It must be my fault. I’m the problem. I’m the issue.

And I’ve fallen victim to that way of thinking as well. When life starts to hurt, we try to find the villain — and sometimes we become the villain in our own story, blaming ourselves for the lack of love we didn’t receive. On one hand, there’s truth in that, because we deprive ourselves of our own love. But on the other hand, how can we love if we’ve never felt it?

Here’s the tricky part — we have.

Maybe not from the world, but TO the World. That unconditional love you automatically gave to your parents just for being here — that’s the root of it. You just have to plant your seeds in that garden.

Turn the sunlight on yourself and watch you grow.

Take some of the love you extend to others and give it to yourself — some of the grace, the kindness — and in no time, your garden will be full of flowers.