Unconditional love is like a package that comes without strings. I arrives without asking, delivered on a breeze. No invoice is ever written. No charge is ever made. It’s so softly sent that it can go unnoticed as if it didn’t exist.
Unconditional love seeks no reward, no response, no glory for its gift. It sees the reality of a whole human as he or she lives. The dirty socks on the floor and the ringed milk glass in the sink don’t change the astounding feeling of love for the heart who has done these small worldly things.
It’s the opposite of indifference. Indifference has no soul.
It’s surrender to another the way one surrenders to music or art.
Unconditional love is patient, brave, and relentlessly disarmed.
I’ve seen it. I know.
Unconditional love begins when we stop to understand that I hurt me when I hurt you.
It’s believing that inside the happiness of others is where we will find our own.
What does it take to let go?