Throughout my entire life, I have heard people overuse, misinterpret and absolutely adulterate the word love in the English language. Hell, I’ve even been guilty of it myself on multiple occasions. I can’t help but think that maybe we have weakened the power of such a significant spiritual force in the world, by overusing the word with very weak connotations.
Are you a highly sensitive individual? Does it sometimes seem like you are surrounded by people who could care less about other people and their feelings? Do you feel alone and misunderstood most of the time? Do you feel like there’s something wrong with you because you’re not like everyone else?
Over time I became bitter and deeply depressed. I began to lose touch with my wide-eyed boyhood aspirations of changing the world and slowly morphed into what I liked least about the world. I started hanging around with the “wrong people” and making very poor choices. I became hopeless.
Some people only want to see you suffering because they are suffering. Some people only hate you because they hate themselves. Some people only put you down, because they need to be lifted up.