It doesn't interest me what you do for a living

I want to know what you ache for

and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing

It doesn't interest me how old you are

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool

for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive...

-Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Dear Human:

You’ve got it all wrong.

You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.

That is where you came from and where you’ll return.

You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love.

Broken love. Whole love.

Infused with divinity.

Lived through the grace of stumbling.

Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up.

Often.

You didn’t come here to be perfect.

You already are.

You came here to be gorgeously human.

Flawed and fabulous.

And then to rise again into remembering.

But unconditional love?

Stop telling that story.

Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.

It doesn’t require modifiers.

It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.

It only asks that you show up.

And do your best.

That you stay present and feel fully.

That you shine and fly and

laugh and cry and hurt and

heal and fall and get back up and

play and work and live and die as YOU.

It’s enough. It’s Plenty.

-Courtney A. Walsh