Loving People Where They Are

Lately I have been thinking about what love is really about. Not just the romantic love, but that love you have for your friends, family, people you barely know that you love because it is good to just love people.

Loving people where they are means looking at someone and often knowing that they are not able to see their potential and worth. You can see it, but you cannot make them see it. That is incredibly hard. When you see all of this good in a person, but they are locked in their own mind and dealing with only seeing the parts of them that aren’t so pretty. No, I am not talking looks. We all have those moments where we just are stuck and feel useless, not good enough, etc…. the ugly things we don’t usually talk about. Everyone has these times and yet there is so much focus on positive thoughts that people stop sharing the less than happy thoughts.

So you look at this person and you see so much that you just love, but they aren’t ready to see it. It’s so easy to give up on them. To walk away from it. To harden yourself. We cannot make anyone see what we see in them. We can only keep loving them, often without words, and hope that they eventually love themselves.

This isn’t just applicable to others, we can do this to ourselves too. How often are we such a harsh critic when we think about who we are? It’s hard to look past the imperfections and see our potential and true beauty. Not that skin deep stuff, but the beauty that lasts when looks fade. We all age. Looks are truly fleeting. What we are inside is the real beauty that defines us.

So, when you think about loving people… think about loving them as they are right now and not where you know they can be. Oh, and try to do that for yourself too. Trust me, you are worth more than you realize.

Much love.

Published by: nakedfeethappygirl

Not a fan of shoes. Love trails, painting, the sky, Dr. Who, Sherlock, and my little spotted dog. Founding member of Team FlashFoot. Obsessed with taking photos of the sky and flowers. Would rather be working in the yard than in a group of people. Sundays are made for margaritas.

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