Is love like a public utility, where you have to be fortunate enough to have a home to then get the privilege of paying for it each and every month lest you risk the power company shutting it off? Or is love like the electricity itself, a natural and consistent phenomenon just waiting to be tapped into?

It seems like most fall for the illusion that love is like the utility, being something that is given under contractual conditions, and only to the privileged few. Yet I believe love is as natural and ever flowing as the energy that creates electricity. It’s there for anyone to tap into. And just like with electricity, shutting off access to love doesn’t kill it, it just shuts off the access.

The love is still there, and always will be.

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