I recently realized something quite significant about myself. It's been a part of me for as long as I can remember, but only now have I recognized what it is.
I love easily and I can love just about anything on this planet.
Anyone who knows me knows I can fall in love with a tree. I've seen some beautiful behemoths standing tall and there's just something that captures my attention and I love it almost instantly. I fall in love with the sun, the sky, and the moon on a near daily basis. I can fall in love with the sweet aromas of freshly brewed coffee or the comfort of a home-cooked meal. I fall in love with the fleeting weather; like the warm sun on only half of my face or the first few spells of coldness we've recently experienced.
I can also fall in love with the way someone smiles with their whole face. I fall in love when listening to someone talk about something they're passionate about. I fall in love with people who have enormous dreams for the future that lies ahead. I fall in love with the sound of children's laughter. I fall in love with the way someone can look at me.
I love easily. I love recklessly. I love fiercely.
It isn't easy. In fact, most days it's very difficult for me. I remember once having the discussion with someone that sometimes loving this much seems like too big of a burden. But I was younger then and not as strong. I saw it as a responsibility then.
But now, I see love as an opportunity. And now, loving too much is something that I love about myself. If this is the worst thing about me, the fact that I'm going to continue loving despite the harsh truths in this world, then let me be a fool. A fool in love.
Let's face some realities in this world: everything is not pretty and everything is not sweetly good. There are a lot of ugly and terrible horrors on our planet. But I can promise you: there is beautiful goodness here too.
You need to allow yourself to find the good, to open your whole heart to it, to love what you love.
"I have no special talent.