Not "I love you". Rather . . . . I Love, "you".

Je t'aime. Excerpt from Luc Besson's Angel-A (2005).

Have you loved yourself from the very first second ? How about from this moment forward? Do it.

We may have said it to another in our lives if we are lucky, “I loved you from the very first second I saw you”. But, have we ever said it to ourselves? When was the last time you looked in the mirror and said to yourself, “I love YOU, I have loved you from the very first second I realized YOU.” Maybe you never have said it, or felt it. But, it is time. And if you have never done so, perhaps for good reasons, make some changes, so that you can feel deep true love for yourself. It is the greatest gift you will ever give yourself. Ever.

Love. Love “you”.

Watch closely. This is a brilliantly scripted cinema scene, perhaps it has never been done better. Careful, warning, this movie scene may crack your heart and soul wide open, maybe, just maybe; it will if you have been asleep at the wheel of your own life.

It is time. Love. Not “I love you” outwardly, rather, I love “you”, inwardly.

Love “You”. It is time.

After all, we merely think we have time.

-Shawn

A final thought for the reader,

I write for me, and me alone. These writings are some of my deepest inner struggles and ponderings, my stories. These are also stories I have at times told others in a matter of words, and they have resonated there, so I share them here in case they resonate into the troubled or curious corners of other’s lives. I share what I write because if there is any possibility that my words can reach just one person with similar woes or life’s bigger questions, perhaps it can re-weave more than just one tapestry and change more lives exponentially than my own. I write about the things in life that I question, things that vex me, that tear at me, that twist me, things that bounce around my mind and rattle my peace and clarity.  I start writing these things when there is a mere spark. At first they might be a solitary word that draws in a thought, sometimes it is a phrase from a song, a movie, a poem, a book. I write until that spark settles. It is very often an incomplete thing, something that has to sit dormant, I like to think it is like planting a seed, it has to sit growing roots below the surface, until it is time to breach the surface asking for more.  I choose to write about them more when they breach, when it is time they seem to call on me again. Like the muse they seem to beckon me, perhaps in a manner of final confrontation to awaken me, and to silence them, by finding honest meaning in their attempt to blossom.

I do this in the great hopes that in my final days my last breath can be a peaceful exhale, and not an anxious final gripping and denying struggle for the things I denied resolving. This fear fuels my life, may it fuel yours as well. 

As Hunter Thompson was once quoted, "One of the few ways I can almost be certain I'll understand something is by sitting down and writing about it. Because by forcing yourself to write about it and putting it down in words, you can't avoid having to come to grips with it. You might be wrong, but you have to think about it very intensely to write about it. So I use writing as a learning tool. "