Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Even the Storms Bow to Love



Our relationship with life is shaped by our willingness to trust. It depends on whether we’ve grown to meet life with an open heart – or if we’ve kept it closed, hidden away to avoid hurt and harm. Hurt people often build walls around themselves. Safe people keep inviting others in. They keep setting the table for kindred souls, seeking similarities, shared truths, and common ground with everyone they meet. There’s no right or wrong in either of these mindsets. Yet both reveal how life can mould us when we don't meet it with awareness.

Everything begins to make sense the moment we’re willing to dive into someone’s story – when we listen with sincerity, honesty, and transparency. When we do, we often realize how deeply we can relate. We are more alike than we think when it comes to facing loss, love, pain, and triumph.

The difference lies in the bounce-back time – π’½π‘œπ“Œ π“†π“Šπ’Ύπ’Έπ“€π“π“Ž π“Œπ‘’’𝓇𝑒 π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‰π‘œ 𝓁𝑒𝓉 π‘”π‘œ π‘œπ’» π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ π’Ώπ“Šπ“ˆπ“‰ 𝒽𝒢𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹. In other words: how attached we’ve become to the story we keep telling ourselves about who we are.

Yes, different situations carry different weight. We each have unique strengths and wounds. We’re shaped by culture, family patterns, the beliefs of our time. But across generations and geographies, some truths remain: loss hurts, and love makes us bloom.

When that’s said, it becomes clear that our story is shaped by what we lean into the most. When we focus on hardship, we get tuned to drawing more of it in. When we fixate on hurt, we can end up idolizing our wounds.

And yet – everything eventually bends.
Not to fear.
Not to force.
But to the quiet, unwavering pull of love.

Love doesn’t seek to fix. It seeks to witness. It sees everything, feels everything, welcomes everything. It looks for blessings in the chaos. It reminds you of your strength. It holds you in a space that doesn’t isolate or condition, but simply invites you in. It asks you:

𝒲𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή 𝒽𝒢𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 π“Žπ‘œπ“Š π“Œπ‘’π“π’Έπ‘œπ“‚π‘’π’Ή π‘’π“‹π‘’π“‡π“Žπ“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”?
𝒲𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή 𝒽𝒢𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓉𝑒𝒹 π‘’π“‹π‘’π“‡π“Ž π“‚π‘œπ“‚π‘’π“ƒπ“‰ π’·π“Ž 𝓁𝑒𝒢𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’Ύπ“ƒπ“‰π‘œ π“π‘œπ“‹π‘’?
What would happen if you treated every storm as an invitation – to know yourself more deeply, to soften, to surrender, to love you more, to come home to who you truly are?

Love teaches us to see more clearly, not to fight harder. It reveals the soul behind the emotion.
It doesn’t negotiate or demand. It doesn’t try to make you more right, only more free.

When you welcome everything, you become invincible. When you stop casting blame outward and instead turn inward to nurture what’s wounded, love becomes your way through. Because…

πΏπ‘œπ“‹π‘’ π’Ήπ‘œπ‘’π“ˆπ“ƒ’𝓉 π“†π“Šπ‘’π“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ – 𝒾𝓉 π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œπ“ˆ.

πΏπ‘œπ“‹π‘’ π’Ήπ‘œπ‘’π“ˆπ“ƒ’𝓉 π“ƒπ‘’π‘”π‘œπ“‰π’Ύπ’Άπ“‰π‘’ – 𝒾𝓉 π‘’π“‚π’·π‘œπ’Ήπ’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ.

πΏπ‘œπ“‹π‘’ π’Ήπ‘œπ‘’π“ˆπ“ƒ’𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝒢𝓇 – 𝒾𝓉 π“‰π“‡π“Šπ“ˆπ“‰π“ˆ.

πΏπ‘œπ“‹π‘’ π’Ήπ‘œπ‘’π“ˆπ“ƒ’𝓉 π’»π‘œπ“‡π’Έπ‘’ – 𝒾𝓉 π‘œπ“…π‘’π“ƒπ“ˆ.

And this is why, even the storms bow to love.

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele


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