Day 30
We say falling in love, not rising. And maybe that’s the whole point.
Rising suggests effort. Falling implies surrender. The ground gives way, and you no longer get to pretend you’re in control.
You're not performing life. You're resting in it, and letting it take you where it wants.
Letting it take you to yourself.
That’s what makes love feel dangerous and scary and risky. It demands you let go of the little fortress you’ve spent your whole life fortifying.
Love doesn’t bargain. It doesn’t negotiate. It doesn’t arrive with a guarantee or a safety net. It just shows up, uninvited, and pierces the layers of protection from past pain your ego has so carefully constructed.
And you surprise yourself with how you allow it to happen. How you enjoy it, even.
To truly love is to be willing to lose your armor. Not because you’re reckless, but because staying locked inside yourself untouched and untouchable is far riskier.
A life half-felt, half-loved, half-lived is far safer to the ego, yet far riskier to the soul that came here to realize its fullest expression.
So many of us perform love. We grip it. We manage it. We dress it up in scripts and contracts and conditions. We try to make it safe.
But real love mocks those scripts. It flows beyond them. It has no interest in being contained or controlled or predicted.
You cannot possess love. You cannot schedule it. You cannot earn it. You can only experience it.
The more you cling, the more it slips away. Yet, if you let it move, it moves you.
If you let it be what it is—wild, powerful, expansive—it just might show you who you really are—those things too.
Love is a force that flows through you. When you stop trying to resist it, you can accept its invitation: to be willing.
Willing to feel.
Willing to let go.
Willing to fall.
And that, perhaps, is the boldest thing a person can do.
P.S. I’ve been meditating for an hour a day and writing afterward and publishing it here for 30 days now. I’m 1/3 of the way done with this experiment, and it’s been truly stunning to partake in thus far. Over the next couple of weeks I’m going to have intermittent access to the internet and I’d like to reduce computer time as well, so I’m going to write down my daily writings in a journal and then type them up and publish them in a weekly digest. So the next one will be published 7 days from today and will contain 7 days of writing. This will give you a break from me in your inbox as well, although I can see that most of you have been consistently following along, and that’s quite lovely. See you next week. Much love.