I was blind, once. Or rather, my heart was once blind.
I wasn’t able to understand the point of giving, I heard every now and then people saying that “the greatest gift is to give” and such, but my desires and arrogance just couldn’t comprehend the means of that.
Last winter, while I was in Costa Rica hanging out with my friend @nestorsalazar we had one of many quite deep and philosophical talks. I can’t really remember what this particular talk was about, but I remember clear as a day me saying “yeah, I guess it’s simply about give and take”, and Nestor, while smiling a big, ear to ear smile, correcting: “give and receive, Victoria”.
I wanted to say “that’s what I meant!”, but I kept my mouth shut and asked myself: did I really...?
And with that I planted a little seed of detachment.
I’m not saying I don’t care about receiving things (love, confirmation, attention, stuff, presents and what not), because I do. I love it as much as I ever did.
I’m just saying that when going a bit beyond the obvious, receiving is joyful, while giving is the point.
Does that make sense?
Thank you so, so much beautiful Stina for giving me these amazing pieces of jewellery from @suaisuai.
Wearing them with joy (and a bit of flaunt) every, damn, day. 😌❤️