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F#ck W Me/Guilty Birds
The Art of Loving
“Love is the active concern for the life and the growth of that which we love. Where this active concern is lacking, there is no love.”
― Erich Fromm
This is a draft from a few days ago, I ended up not publishing.
It is astonishing, how mood swings change and how fast we could surpass a challenge with the right commitment.
I’ve been writing, breathing, reading, running, swimming, sharing, learning, teaching and mainly being on top of the game, organizing my shit & sticking to what matters.
I appreciate this hell week, it’s been a very steep lesson.
I want to believe this is carving a deeper bottom in me, to contain life and the wonderous people it brings to me.
I want to be a better lover, brother, son and one day, a worthy father.
Pain, indeed is a great professor.
Profiting until the last teardrop.
Have I generously given my unique gift to my woman?
Have I invested in her the utmost of my attention?
Have I lived with an open heart, containing her as a whole?
Have I considered the shortness of life, perhaps it is the last chance?
