Consider the constructs of family, love, purpose, spirituality, or marriage. We take an off-the-rack notion of what those things are and do not follow them down to their root to define them for ourselves.

Specialness is built on separation, on needing to stand apart. Because of that, this label is always fragile.

Passivity is simply aggression with good manners. None of this can be understood without the basic sanity that everything is interdependent, dynamic, co-created.

We can rewrite the notion that the most profound states—from enlightenment to despair—are to be experienced alone. What we do when we turn toward another at the point of explosion is to secure our relational capacity in the most extreme condition.

It’s in those moments, when the container breaks, when control dissolves, that you discover if love was real or if it was just comfort dressed up as devotion.

Love is not what someone gives you,
or what they are supposed to be.

Time after time, you steer toward the vivid immediacy of now instead of retreating into yesterday’s safer patterns.

You want to walk all the way in and meet the force itself. You want to look karma in the face and say, I’m here now. 

I want to begin with my disclaimer:
I don’t sell finite relationships.

Often we do not say the hungers and desires we have or the expressions of love and even helplessness we feel in another’s presence.