Love for yourself is simple. It doesn’t look like a new watch and its shoes don’t necessarily have a name. Love for yourself is hard to define, you cannot put it down on the table. Love for yourself is hard to show others, but as soon as it starts spinning around, you will never forget that feeling.
It enters you through all your pores, giving your lungs a more pleasant volume that is filled with delicious air. You start looking for what tastes good to you. To rush – tasteless, to do impossible that only others would appreciate – you feel lazy and it’s really tasteless, but to catch pleasure at every moment – delicious.
Love for myself is the realization that I am my beginning and end; there is nothing that can supplement or end me; there is nothing that can correct me, or in whose eyes I am sufficient or inadequate.
Love for oneself is a pleasure to spin life and, if it is very much needed, to spin life where you feel best and where you want.
© Fortune, 2009
Do you love yourself?