My heart is like a glass brimming
with endless love— love that never diminishes. Whenever the glass becomes
empty, it is instantly replenished with more love. For many years I struggled with
the following questions: Why do I possess all this love? What am I meant to do
with it? Who should receive it? Should it be directed towards one person, or various
people? Perhaps a lover, or my family and friends? But no matter how much love
I offer, I always have more to spare. The amount of love inside of me with no
place to go is so vast that I immediately feel affection for every person I
meet, even if not one word has been exchanged between us. This is why I am fond
of animals. This is why I am attached to stuffed toys. This is why I am
obsessed with fictional characters. I have an abundance of love to give but not
enough people to give it to, and my love needs to proceed somewhere. Sometimes
my heart feels like it will burst from the everlasting love it holds.
I have so much love to give— possibly
too much. And I have finally realized the purpose of this infinite love I carry.
There are countless anguished, unloved souls in this ruthless world who
desperately need such compassion and tenderness. I believe it is my duty to ease
the sorrow of each and every creature suffering on this Earth. The hopeless,
the helpless, the weak, the depressed, the suicidal, the pained, the broken,
the scarred, the lost, the shunned, the neglected…I want to help them all. I
want to protect them from the malice of this cruel society and not allow a
single being to harm them. I want to be their safe haven. I want to welcome
them warmly into my arms and comfort them. I want to reassure them and make
them feel valued and content. I want to open the doors to my heart and call out
to them, “Oh those who ache with distress… I am here. Come to me…Come to me and
I will fill you with all the love and care you are deprived of.”
