Clearly, have a lot of fun telling you that you have no idea what love actually is, now it is time to prove it. Make it undeniable. Let’s start with some basic statements.
I love him so much I see through his obesity
She tells me I am unhealthy when I say that I am healthy.
I love her so much that I see through her weaknesses and her triggers, accept that when she abuses me it isn’t about me, or her, it is her trauma, she can’t do anything about it.
When he reacts to his frustration, I tell him so, tell him to be better. I know it is his trauma, but that was then, yesterday, someone else, this is today, now, me. He can be better or he can leave.
Ponder a little, which of these is love?
Vicious cycle
Which, do you know? Yes, there is absolutely two right answers, there is two absolutely wrong answers. The wrong one’s start with the right words, the right one with none at all.
If you can seriously see through the obesity of the thing in front of you, say and do nothing about it, leave, you do not love that person, that person does not love that person, you do not love you, neither of you can project love.
You have to know love to project it, it is simple.
Love does not accept the harm you do to yourself while you tell yourself the opposite, it does not encourage ignorance, nor does it stand for laziness. Love knows lying is the tool of total destruction, of war, husbands abusing wives and vice-versa. Love works to remove this rubbish.
Love wants a better world, for you and for me and the entire human race.
A better world is a healthy world, a world where everybody has enough, every single body. It does not have too much, especially too much adipose. Unhealthy and love cannot and do not coexist.
Fred smokes however he is not an ignorant twat and he is not lazy. Destroys everybody at the gym still, walks 20 kilometres most days, plays with the dog, meditates, studies, volunteers, helps out, cooks, gardens, moves, cleans, and heaps heaps more shit. He is as fit as a fiddle.
Again, he is not fucking lazy. He is not lazy in the head, does not attempt to justify his smoking because of lifestyle, instead continues to accept the harm it does to his body and eternally works to remove these things from his life.
He won’t pressure himself though, does not understand the attachment in full, continues to learn it. He waits, the learning will come when it does and the durries will disappear.
Smoking, despises it, absolutely for what it does to his body, it stinks, is a poor tool to use to deal with attachment, trauma, attachment, perpetration, retaliation, frustration, etcetera. It is what it is, he knows it is shit, does not convince himself it is anything other. Yet he cannot see the harm.
You do, and you can see the harm, absolutely, somehow you can stare into the mirror and not be able to see your dick or the pubes above your vulva, and think, SOMEHOW, you are healthy, mentally healthy, any healthy. How, mates?
How is me not correcting you any form of love?
It is not, it is a cycle that contains two parts.
The pathetic part who brings you into their life and encourages your horrible habits. They keep you there because you are more pathetic than them.
Pathetic part two, the horrible habited who seek these people, these absolute cowards, weak pathetic worms that feed off ignorance, attachment, dependance. You keep them there because they are more pathetic than you.
Vicious cycle.