Loved and free
What if we could be both?
Last week I met a new unconscious belief that was torturing me in the background of my perceived reality. I thought that I could not be loved and be free. That I had to choose. That they were mutually exclusive.
And this is why I would not let anyone truly love me. I know too well what jail feels like. I was born a prisoner and it took everything I had to gain the sparkles of freedom I now have. I'm never going to give them up. Not even for Love.
And this is why I could never truly be free. Because we are beings of kindness, connection; because we're walking this earth in our quest of belonging. And if freedom cost me love it was too high of a price to pay. Too much for my soft heart to accept. Too much for freedom to make sense.
But I finally learned that I can be loved and be free. Those are not mutually exclusive. Those are actually our birthrights and our destiny.
Love is not love if it hinders your liberty. Because love is neither attachment nor control. Freedom is not freedom if it doesn’t feel loving. Freedom is not war nor rebellion. Love is love. Freedom is freedom. Love is by definition free and freeing. Freedom is by definition loving and lovable.
This is why language matters. Because otherwise all that truly matters gets lost in translation. From our hearts to our minds. From you to me.
I can be loved and free.
So can you. So will you. So will we.