My journey of love is perhaps one that is invisible, however it is one that is clear to me.
There is so much to it and it is hard for me to express.
A legacy of my father, who was sometimes unable to pronounce.
He was unable to explain and make sense out of things.
However that is not my destiny, perhaps not even one that I choose, nor my birthright.
Which makes it so easy to understand I do this.
The simple fact is there is so much more than we know and think there exists.
Especially when it comes to love.
Perhaps a system unknown or just the only one to live for.
Love, I mean.
Because what else?
I am saying this, while I am having my coffee.
Sitting at a shared table, where the girl that is sitting a few seats away from me, just gave me a smile.
Don’t know why she did that.
Perhaps it is what I needed to see, or for you to read.
For entertainment purposes or just that you know this exists too.
Smiling at a stranger doesn’t cost anything, because it is not always about you.
It is a way to connect and make yourself known without speaking.
Yes, I smiled back.
I believe that was polite to do.
To return the favor and we can both continue with whatever we need to be doing.
I don’t think this has anything to do about love as such.
However, sometimes we need to have a bit of energy.
Looking at some other person, for us to be able to complete the task.
That was all there was in that moment.
Not a way to see for her if I was gay or straight.
She wasn’t smiling at me to see for that purpose.
There was nothing sexual.
Love just goes where it is needed, which has nothing to do with being a male or female.
It was for her to energize, perhaps feeling the companionship to not be alone working at this table.
Where she was sitting alone, before I came to this place.
I woke up this morning and felt I needed to write about what this journey of love is about.
There are many stories already and I have expressed a couple of times, perhaps even a heart’s wish, to make money with my writing.
A journey in itself, however I am connecting it with my journey of love.
To have its roots, where it is safe to be and grow what it needs to become.
Perhaps even more than a legacy I am keeping.
Where I can look back one day and know where I have been.
To remember and have a backup for my memory.
Of course it is also for people to read and understand, all is going to be ok.
Because the journey of love, or my love journey is a lot.
I understand, I need to explain a little bit more, making it complete.
Something I was feeling this morning when I woke up and I was thinking about it ever since.
I guess, it was just really getting time to make it clear.
Where people understand what this love journey is about and where to look.
Perhaps even where to look for me.
My stories are a way to find answers, to be ok with everything that is happening.
A way to express and make it known.
But moreover my love journey is this.
It is where I go into deep.
In my thoughts, my feelings and things I see, experience and everything else.
Sometimes we can’t always express ourselves.
In this journey I can find the things for me to understand.
Writing is a way to heal. Leaving behind what isn’t necessary.
Moreover it is also for you to understand what is there.
Perhaps even for you to move forward where you are stuck.
I can make a story of love out of things, which is quite extraordinary already.
I can’t say why I can do that.
However, I think it is very welcome in a world that has its foundation on fear.
What I learned in my life so far, where I learned to heal, everything is connected to something.
Our thoughts, feelings, things we are doing.
A way to keep us alive and make us exist.
At the same time it is giving us purpose.
To keep on going with whatever we are doing.
Perhaps this is where we can make a change.
For ourselves.
To live the life that is meant for us.
Hopefully full of love.
I hope so at least.
Even if that is just for myself.
Where there is a story that is connected to love, I write about it.
Which can be anything, really.
It comes from the thoughts I am having, the things I am feeling and experiencing.
A way for people to read and know.
That is a part of the journey.
Not just my experience.
I am not alone in this, because love surrounds all.
A life lesson, I guess.
The core of my love journey is where I take you with me.
Into deep in my thoughts and feelings.
For the simple fact I can find these places in myself and I am happy to take you there.
I am not afraid to show.
It is not a hidden place, my writing is a way to make it come to the surface.
It is something sensitive and private.
Perhaps spiritual to make that way down in myself and come back with this preciousness.
Because my love journey is that to me, precious.
But you know, most of all it is who I am.
Every single story, sentence and word.
All is true and vulnerable in its essence.
I have to say, it was really really hard for me to express this.
By saying this, I made it complete.
I think I was a little bit afraid there.
What you were thinking about me.
That I was a fool or perhaps a bit crazy.
I am not, I am just full of love.