Family Love

My family doesn't love me. Was the title of an article written by one of my friends whom I greatly admire and respect. When I read it, I felt so identified that I immediately wrote to her privately to tell her we needed to talk. I realized that this was also the perspective of how I saw my extended family and I had to change how I felt about them.

The work is hard but necessary, because I am sure that they love me. I am sure they always wish me the best and that beyond the judgments and projections, there is a love so great that we simply do not know how to channel and we tend to misuse. Because the opposite to love is fear.

When we feel fear we forget the love we feel for others and then it is difficult for us to "see our brother as a holy son of God", as one of my aunts and teacher would say, we begin to talk behind their back because we let the ego reflect our fears and insecurities in them and it is difficult for us to show the affection we feel because we believe that it makes us vulnerable.

It's hard, but I'm learning to see people as perfect in their strengths and weaknesses; The fact that some of us don’t have the ability to see others as souls but focus only on their defects, does not mean that they do not love me, it only means that they cannot see beyond their own blockages.

Then I understood that the one who was making projections and mirrors this time was me. They were only showing me a part of me that needed more light and understanding: family love is imperfect ♥️