Practicing.
I am thoroughly convinced that living selfishly is a form of self destruction. I know that we are often a self destructive people too blinded by our own debris to see ourselves or anyone else.That is why we stumble into one another with our eyes closed, hoping to cling onto another being, praying that their line of vision is clear enough to affirm our brokenness into something whole. But, If we are both selfish, this cannot be, and if for some reason it is possible, this affirmation we seek, it is not real. But, then there’s love, right? Our only hope. Not the love that comes dressed in hidden motives, the love that speaks of love as if it were actually. Actual love inspires true selflessness, but selflessness is a practice, for it does not come natural to anyone. If we could be brave enough to open our eyes, to stare at our horrid reflections, we would willingly yield to the radiance of love without question. Love is the only thing that saves, of that I am thoroughly convinced.



