Love
I've had two very very different experiences recently. I love the extremes I get to experience as I go and wake every day.
It was a NO.
AND it was a YES.
Both very useful interactions with two different individuals, from different cultures, experiencing life in a completely different way one from the other. And I? I was the one sharing the same base of my love, Human Design System, with both.
I’ll call them A and Z.
A loves through warmly selling ideas of friendship, precisely explaining relations between human development within society and how the type of integration is related to the living environment and experiences we are surrounded by, within our base, growing up. Supports statements with clear examples from life and proudly proves that the approach they have as their living style is, will always be, and has been, deeply influenced by the type of glue used to keep their first tribe, a family tribe, held together. They bring and keep people in, who can match the warmth and familiarity they exude and also they needed, when faced with difficult situations growing up. Rejects the idea of anything out of the norm being of direct, or possibly, any value.
Z is open, maybe to their own detriment. When observing the depth of extreme they are drawn to experiencing it. Yes, co-lives with the deeply, in the leading game, classical material world, and yet craves the taste and the territory of the beyond unknown. Is certain about the fact that the world is colour, constantly changing and adapting. As they are, too. They are stable in their constant movement and sway with possiblity of new.
This kid? Anja’ loves them both.
But love? What is it? Maybe it's unconditional acceptance. Of self, and other(s). Even, or especially, if there isn't immediate understanding or common ground.
Love says it's okay. To be unique, to see life through You coloured lense, to notice the state of the other, notice yours and be. Now. And let it fly. To wherever it may. To watch paths of so many different individuals cross, to stop, relax on a blooming tuberose. And fall. In. Love. Book a flight.
A connection that brings you closer to who you actually are is LOVE.
Because mutual respect is love.
A