Been thinking about what it means to love others in the same way that it shaped me for the better when I was young: with undeserved patience and kindness even in my worst moments. Like how a good parent never gives up on their child no matter how much they rebel.
This type of love allows us to find peace and a place where we can rest. It’s a light that allows us to clearly see who we are. Then we are able to be open and generous with our lives, in order to be a light for others.