Believe for a moment, “I am loveable; I am acceptable; I am worthy;” and your victimhood comes to an end. Believe, “I am capable of loving my brother regardless of how he acts toward me” and the invisible bonds of projection fall away. If you offer . . . love that overlooks faults and soars above judgments, how can any less be returned to you?
– Paul Ferrini, I am the Door
Why did I get emotional? It surprised me how one little comment moved me.
It happened from someone’s kind comment on one of my blog posts. They actually saw who I really am. They didn’t judge me. They noticed something about me that no one else sees. Few people ever get me.
Until one person said something that made me feel understood. It was a simple four words, and it brought tears to my eyes.
Someone gets me.
But, I’m not writing this to be about me. As usual, I’m going someplace deeper with my point. A place deep inside all of us.
Deep down, all anyone wants is to be loved. For some reason, with all the division and screaming at each other, it seems like very few feel loved.
For some reason.
Maybe the reason is that our differences are being exacerbated by media, politicians, and other authorities. They’re telling us there is no way to bridge the divide. They are actually segregating us again, to keep us thinking we’re unloved and dangerous to one another.
That last sentence has lots of connotations. Allow me to explain with two brief points.
1 – Near where I live, the schools are segregating children. Splitting them apart. Grading them surreptitiously by race. Teaching them they can’t get along and that they need this divide for their own “good.”
2 – Why would anyone want us to be divided and feeling unloved? Is it easier to control others when they are confident or when they are insecure? What happens when authorities offer them the security they think they’re craving for their identity group, when in actuality they are seeking to feel loved for who they are individually?
The person who commented on my blog saw the real me. The inside of me. The human soul behind the outside shell we’re all being conditioned to pay attention to instead.
I’m old enough to have learned not to care what people think of me. That’s their business, not mine. I’ve always thought and behaved outside of the box. Maybe even been a weirdo. I’m okay with me, but I’m not going to lie, it gets lonely. We all want human connection. We all want to feel loved.
As seen by all the links in this article, I’ve written about unity many times here on my blog. I feel like a voice in the wilderness screaming, say no to the media and anyone else putting us into separate camps. Say no to needing authorities to give us the security we think we’re craving. Turn to each other instead.
Love is how we bridge the divide. Gentleness. Kindness.
I wish I could spread the loving, huggable feeling I received from the commenter all over the world right now. What is it that I can do to make you feel loved today?
P.S. After I wrote this, I remembered I’d published about this topic before. I searched and found it in the form of a poem way back in 2014. Eight years and even longer (2005) since we’ve been manipulated into division, feeling threatened and unloved. It’s time we unify in love.