We’ve heard a lot about unconditional love. Different experience, different interpretation.
An act of loving freely without conditions, caring without limitations, giving your all without expecting anything in return but their joy and contentment.
And I thought I’ve loved my people unconditionally.
I said I’d do anything to make them happy—with me.
I wanted to see them better themselves—because of me.
I vowed to be their support system that nurtures them as well as our relationship—for me.
So, can we really do that? Love unconditionally?
I don’t know about you, but I guess the closest I’d ever get is…with cats.
When I approach a cat, all I think about is how to show my affection towards them and let them know how much I adore them. Rejection (and a few scratches) is expected and their purring becomes such a big, big prize. That’s it. No strings attached.
With humans, it doesn’t work that way. As much as I’d like to keep it low to none, there’s always some degree of expectation.
PS. Parental love would be an interesting one to look at, though. Unfortunately, I have yet much to say other than parental love for my furry babies.
How about you?