“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” - The Beatles
I posted this quote on Twitter tonight, the words lingering in the corners of my mind, the idea of loving and being loved in return haunting my thoughts these past couple of days…
Some people adhere to the idea of karma — that you get back what you put out into the world. Positive enforces the positive, just as negativity breeds more negativity. Once upon a time, I found this theory hard to fathom, beautiful though it sounded. Yet now, after having witnessed it for myself these past few months and years, I certainly believe in this cyclic balance.
But what about when it comes to love? Does the love that you put out into the world really come back to you?
For so many years, I questioned this. I’ve loved and I’ve lost, and through learning to open my heart and love again — unconditionally, without preconceptions, without fear– I’ve realized that there is so much truth in such simple words.
While I have been foolishly wondering when romantic love would once again make its way into my life, I’d been ignoring the many other forms that have wandered in. It’s easy to forget what love really means; it’s easier, still, to keep blindly looking for what has been there all along. Love isn’t just romance. Love is friendship, love is family, love is the animals we care for. Love is a passion, a dream, a life-changing moment.
Love is everywhere if we choose to look hard enough.
What you put out into the world really is what comes back to you, though we can never imagine — or expect — what form it will take when it does.