If the answer is yes, then you have already opened yourself up to criticism. Do you love?
What do you love? Who do you love? Is it someone so opposite from yourself that you’ll never see eye to eye? Is it someone too like yourself that you’ll end up butting heads? Is this person’s worth dependent upon what others think? Do you love?
I do. I love. I love so whole that parts of myself are forever missing from all the sacrifice. Who has the time to worry when you admit that you love? Who has the time to care what others think? Who has the time to care if others will think you are a freak or will judge you? We are too dependent on that fear. We are scared of it. We want to say we love but we are scared to say what or who.
Maybe you love someone who cuts hair, maybe you love someone convicted of murder, maybe you love someone who cannot give you the life you want, maybe you love someone that has so many skeletons in their closet that they can barely keep the door shut.
Do you love? If you do, does it really matter what others think defines a person? Does it define them? Do you define them? Do they define you? Who cares. Do you love?
I don’t respond well to fear or not telling the truth or being stationary. I do love. I love at a cost so great that no one will ever really understand unless they are my size 7 shoes and my hazel eyes looking out into the world and bleeding my truth. No one will know. Unless they live in my body and in my soul and in my inflections when I talk to my husband.
What’s the truth? I do love. I do love someone in prison. I love this person. I want to see him succeed. I want to tell people about him. I want them to feel my heart. I want to look like a freak. One super dedicated freak in love with a person who also might be considered a freak depending on who you are. Maybe they are the freaks. Maybe we are all freaks in some way or another. You’re a freak for who you love and you and you and you.
Do you love? Do you judge?