Be the more loving one

Did you know that in the grand scheme of things, you ARE very important and you are also not at all?

Honestly, it is good to have the realization that we humans are not actually all that significant in the grant scheme of things. While I do dearly love you all — really and truly I do — and think the world of you, that is not as relevant nor as necessary as we might think.

So.

Let's consider if we can each be the one that loves the most, and be the one that is important to at least one person — ourselves. Not one other person you gift your focus to would always care, right? Maybe, too, the recipient does not care (like the stars), maybe the returned love is fleeting. The important detail of this whole process is our own ability to love.

Love you give to your child, to your spouse. The gift we give -- the love we feel -- is proof that we are more than anything else able to give that much. That is how we know we exist. And that is how we go on.

A poem to help illustrate.

The More Loving One

~ W.H. Auden

Looking up at the stars,

I know quite well

That, for all they care,

I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us

we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime,

Though this might take me a little time.