Builder in the Basement

Hard to say why we as humans desire love at our core....and when it comes, we run from it. What quirk of nature causes this?
Logical? Nope. Fearful? Yep.
Is it logical to give something so precious over to fear? (only you can answer that one for yourself)

Do we feel we don't deserve it?
Afraid we'll mess it up? How can you mess it up if it never begins?
You find yourself living in the shadows of what  might have been....again, how can you know what the shadows will look like or that the shade they provide is their purpose if you never create them in the first place?

Have you built amazing structures, plans, brought about great change in the world? Then stand up and say you did it! A builder boarded in their own basement can not live their purpose, right?

Maybe we call love something else less scary......connection, fulfillment, peace, honor, touch, taste, melding.

What word would allow a safe place to dwell? Maybe we call it being ALIVE, is that too scary too? Let's call it Bill, or Ted, or Mary.....it's just a word, right?

Your car needs gas, you provide it, your body needs food, you eat.

Your soul needs to be alive.....the ball's in your court.

Time to stop letting a word have so much power......make it what you want it to be.