I woke today thinking about how we are all just fumbling toward ecstasy — reaching, missing, learning, growing. Sometimes we collide with our own edges. Sometimes we surprise ourselves with how beautifully we show up. Love, in all its forms, seems to exist for this very purpose: it allows us to discover who we are in the presence of another.
Relationships are not the soft landing pads we imagine them to be. They are mirrors. They draw out our longings, our fears, and the places within us that still ache for tenderness. When we are close to another, what is unresolved doesn’t stay hidden for long. It rises when it is ready to be met with love.
Peace in the present moment comes from being one with what is. And yet relationships often disrupt that peace because we secretly wish the other would behave differently — speak differently, choose differently, love differently. When those wishes aren’t met, old wounds activate. Energy rushes through familiar channels of pain, and suddenly the present moment is hijacked by the past. The ego, ever eager to protect, repeats its well-worn stories until we react rather than respond.
Many people flee at this point. The pain feels unbearable, so we leave — emotionally or physically — and search for relief elsewhere. But pain that is not met with curiosity tends to follow us. We eventually attract another relationship that presses on the same tender place. Repetition is not failure; it is an invitation. Something profound is ready to be healed, understood, or released.
As wounds soften and awareness grows, fewer triggers interrupt our joy. Life becomes quieter inside. Love flows more freely. We begin to offer others the truest version of ourselves — less guarded, more whole.
Blessing:
May you bless those who reflect you clearly.
May you meet your pain with gentleness and courage.
And may love continue to lead you home to yourself.