Most of us live as if we were never going to die.
Most of us love as if tomorrow was a given.
We end up going through the days, completely numb and unaware.
“Not today” we say to ourselves, beauty can wait.
And we die, with all our dreams, passions and adventures contained in that little imaginary place called “tomorrow”.

And the alternative is equally as scary. Diving deep into our experiences makes us vulnerable. The range of our happiness is directly proportional to the extent to which we can get hurt, and our capacity to feel loved will always be defined by our ability to love.

You could go quietly into the night, at peace knowing that you always kept your ship safe at harbor (ignoring that that’s not what ships are for). Or you could dive into the waves risking getting caught up in a never ending storm in the ocean, open up to having tears running down your face, bruised bodies, broken hearts, excitement, sadness.. an addictive cocktail of hope and fear, dreams and reality, ecstasy and misery, a thousand and one thoughts and emotions running through the body..

The choice is yours.

It takes courage to be open to love and connection in the face of heartbreak. It takes a strong man/woman to say “I’ve loved and I’ve been hurt before. And I’m willing to love again.” To withdraw from our emotions and numb ourselves because of a bad experience would be to let fear win. To let those who hurt us win. Limiting how much you love someone in fear that it your love may not be reciprocated will always prove you right.

Wake up and love again!

“And so castles made of sand slip into the sea, eventually..”