By Michael Armijo
I once saw a young couple walking together, and their interaction made me pause for a moment and admire them. They looked often into each other’s eyes, and the world seemed to stand still for them. All time seemed to cease and the love between them flourished. It was like watching two birds soar through the sky in a synchronized motion; in true harmony. They were on the same flight, in pace, within the same realm of mind, emotion and feeling.
I believe that in life, you earn the love you have, with your intentions and your actions. You earn the right to love and be loved. If you have not earned love because of what you’ve done in the past, you still have a chance to be deserving of this gift. You ask for forgiveness, first to your God, and then to yourself. Once you believe you are forgiven, your heart will be open to receiving love.
I don’t believe that God has intended us to make the journey of life without profound love; with that feeling where you think, “Being with this person and knowing their smile, their touch, and their love just for a moment, is worth more than a thousand years of living without it.”
When you find that kind of love, you nurture it – forever – so that your hearts become one. For the times you don’t feel as one, you have to remember that love isn’t fading, but the distractions of your insecurity, problems, and other weight-of-the-world issues are simply blurring your vision. True love, well taken care of, will persevere.
I have this love; this ‘love of my life’. I have loved her since I met her, and every moment in between. I have been loved in return, and it has given meaning to my life that I once felt I had no right to expect. But no one can every take that from me, and I have no regrets.
If you have that love, earn it; nurture it. Like that young couple, find your synchronization and harmony. Find the purity and honesty that it is all derived from. Experience that kiss that says, ‘I love you, I trust you, and life is richer because of you.’ Find the love of your life.
