It's interesting how when someone hates someone else, the words come out so easily. They'll tell everyone they know. They'll tell the person to their face without any hesitation.
For some reason though, when we love someone, there's always this hesitancy - this internal debate...should I say it? Will I be the first to say it? How will they react?
Then, when we receive the news, we tend to over-analyze it - what does that mean? Am I worthy? Are they lying? What if I don't feel the same way?
When someone says they hate you, we don't really think about what it means, or if they're telling the truth. It doesn't matter if we don't feel the same way. We feel it though. We experience the emotion of being hated. We let ourselves react or feel hurt.
Why don't we do the same thing with love? Why can't we just take love like a compliment and let ourselves feel loved, be loved, for that time?
Why is love more scary to us than hate?
Hate causes violence and wars. Why do we accept it in such a level-headed manner?
I'm writing this because I don't want to be scared of love. I don't want to withhold it from people I'm feeling it for. I want people to feel loved while I'm alive - I want them to know, right now, because I could die tomorrow.
I want to be able to say it without people running away and without people thinking it entails all sorts of entrapments or possession or assumptions. I just want people to *feel*, be in the moment and enjoy the here and now because this may be all we have.
After your time, there is no greater gift you can give someone than love.
(originally written November 16, 2006)
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