{ I’m not sure when my heart purged this. It was also not my intended post for the week. Life’s funny that way.}
Maybe the scariest part about falling in love isn’t the risk of hitting the ground or landing safely home, but all the moments in between. It’s the fear of nurturing a connection to longevity because what if the decision of forever is emotionally retracted. It’s the crumbs of hope for more while sitting in the shallow waters of routine. It’s the desire to be consumed by the fire of ruin and craving while being held in safety and acceptance. It’s the towel of “unconditional” that is wrapped around our wet wounds hoping to soak up every last drop all the while waiting to be rung out with the tight grip that caused it. It’s our conditioned categories, the indoctrinated ideologies, the pretty prisons we have the keys to, because we decorated it to keep us comfortable hostages. I’m not one to shit on romanticism, or point the finger at self-indulgence. I’m here to humanize our souls.
Questions To Ponder In The Comments For The Brave & Willing:
What part of you believes that being fully loved would cost you something essential, like your freedom, your ambition, or your mystery?
Go Deeper: And where did you first learn that love demanded sacrifice?If someone saw the real way you need to be loved (your mess, your ache, your hunger) do you believe they would stay… or run?
Be honest: How much of yourself are you actually willing to reveal?What version of love do you secretly crave but feel too ashamed to admit out loud? (Ownership? Worship? Destruction? Safety?)
Further Truth: And what would it mean about you if you said yes to it?Are you more afraid of losing yourself in love, or never being fully found?
Go Deeper: And which fear has shaped how you show up in relationships?Who did you become to be lovable?
Be Honest: And is that version of you still running the show?What unspoken contracts have you made in love that are still controlling your behavior?
Sound Familiar: I’ll stay quiet if you stay. I’ll shrink if you don’t leave. I’ll never ask for more… if you don’t walk away.If your love life was an altar, what would be bleeding on it right now?
Further Truth: What part of you is being sacrificed to keep something “working” that might not be serving you?What’s your most seductive pattern in love, the one that gets you what you think you want, but never what you actually need?
Be Honest: And are you ready to break up with it?If love was safe, would you still want it? Or do you secretly thrive off the danger, the volatility, the yearning?
Be Honest: Does peace feel boring to you?What do you withhold in love to stay in control? (Your full presence? Your desire? Your softness?)
Further Truth: And who taught you that love required leverage?
You’re safe here. You’re allowed. You’re worthy. You’re accepted. You’re validated. You’re heard. You’re witnessed. You’re enough. You’re loved.
-Bri
This question is a really good one for those currently struggling with people pleasing and desiring to be accepted:
What part of you is being sacrificed to keep something “working” that might not be serving you?
The other question that really resonated for me (paraphrased): Am I afraid of losing myself in love or never being fully formed by not being in love?
The furnace of love melts away our faltering fears and sets alight our deepest desires.