Letters to Myself: Entry Thirteen
Prompt: What is it like to choose love everyday?
Love isn’t always a grand gesture, it’s often found in the quiet, everyday choices we make. Choosing patience over frustration. Compassion over judgment. Showing up for someone else, even when it’s inconvenient. I’ve learned that love isn’t just a feeling, it’s a practice. And it’s one I try to choose, every single day.
Answer to the prompt:
Choosing love is something I try to do every single day. For me, love isn’t just about romance—it’s about showing up for people with kindness, respect, and compassion. When I love someone, whether it’s a friend, a family member, or even a stranger in need, I want to care for them in ways that remind them they’re not alone. That’s the kind of love I believe in: love that holds steady in both light and dark moments.
The truth is, when we choose love consistently, it comes back to us. The people I’ve poured into have shown up for me too—sometimes in the hardest seasons of my life. That’s why I cherish them so deeply. Love builds circles of trust and connection, and it’s in those circles where we find our strength.
Choosing love every day also quiets anxiety. It’s grounding. It gives me purpose. It’s not about perfection—of course, there are days where frustration or negativity creeps in—but the choice to return to love, to compassion, is always there. Even when my care is misunderstood or rejected, I remind myself: it’s not wasted. Because the next person will need it, and they’ll be ready to receive it.
Love takes many forms. It can be laughter shared with a friend, encouragement given to a coworker, or patience extended in moments of conflict. It’s not about being soft or naïve—it’s about being strong enough to choose generosity over bitterness, presence over withdrawal, and hope over cynicism.
I wasn’t always like this. There were years where negativity consumed me. I sat in sorrow because it felt easier than hope. But I’ve learned that when you hunt for negativity, it hunts you back. Shifting to a life of love wasn’t instant—it was a practice, one small decision at a time. And it changed me.
Now, love is my torch. Some days it’s brighter than others, but I carry it forward anyway. Because life is short, and if there’s one legacy I hope to leave, it’s this: I chose love.
This post is part of my "Letters to Myself" series — a weekly free-write blog where I explore personal growth, curiosity, and healing through simple prompts. Sometimes reflective, sometimes fun, but always real. Thank you for being here.
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