Resonating Through Shared Humanity: Melancholy’s Attire - The Fire of Loving Intent
This is where the magic happens. Or at least the awkward self-reflection.
For those feeling the weight of love’s vulnerability.
Dear calm child, this melancholy fits on you like the gloved hand. Yet I feel like it is not the attire you wish; there is such a joy that brims beyond its reserve and its fit. You see such beauty beyond yourself. Distracted by the lovely melodies of the world around you, do not let them escape notice or appreciation. God, how the world graces you. Vulnerably loving child, I want to see your love spread in the hearts of others as you too do. Loving child, you are scared of being weird when you deliver words of love, scared that your offer would injure or be ill-received. An offering such as you give with such intent as to brighten and appreciate—no better love is there upon earth. Its discomfort, too, comes from a place of love. What world would this be that your greatest concern is for them and not making them a fool? I lark, beautiful child, you are scared it will burn them as it does you, such charity to all else. Perfection beyond reproach is not what you seek; a building of love and safety for their sake and not yours is the refuge you offer in your words. Oh, lovely boy, I know it builds aflame in your stomach, love held and ruminated regrets, but the world without it is so much lesser. Please, oh please, continue to burn with this passion, as they and the world are so worth it, and it is rare to see such a phoenix rebirth in the skies of love.
“What world would this be that your greatest concern is for them and not making them a fool?”
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