Just found this on Pinterest today:
“You have to learn to get up from the table when love is no longer being served”
– Nina Simone
Makes perfect sense for me. Then it got me thinking about all the times when we mistake other things for love.
Not only when we receive it, but also when we give it.
We crave for it, so it’s easy to confuse things, it’s easy to see one thing and believe it’s another. We tell ourselves we’re worthy, so it must be love.
…protection, attention, safety, attraction, the need to belong…
There’s no class for it in school, so we think it’s what family taught us, what the people we know told us it is, what we read in a book, or we saw in a movie. It’s universal, so we must’ve gotten at least one of the types around right, right?
If we can’t resist it, is it really love?
If it hurts, is it still love?
When we try to fit it in a box we created in our minds, does it still remain love-shaped?
I do not own the photo.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/dragostea-la-masa/