Choosing love
If there is one thing that has definitely tested me in life, it’s my perception about love. Mostly, how I interpret it. For the longest time, I was always trying to typify the love I felt for people. Like “I love him like a brother” or “I love her like a sister.” “I love them as a friend” or “I love them more than the whole world” (and that’s usually a sentiment reserved for my kids!). But on this, my birthday, I was given a special gift: The knowledge that it’s time to stop sticking my love for someone into a category. And also, that it is perfectly okay for me to love someone who does not love me in return. It is okay to love someone who hates me and says terrible things about me behind closed doors. It is okay to love someone who has hurt me in a way that I struggled to forgive them for for years. And it is okay to love someone who thinks that nobody could possibly love them at all. It’s okay for me to love someone who does not love me in the same way. On top of t...