If we could love ourselves, we would not need others to love us. Then it becomes irrelevant whether others love us or not. Fine if they love us. Fine if they don’t love us. But how do we get there? How do you and I get there? What is it that others see in themselves, in the world, that we can’t? At what angles do we need to tilt our heads? What does it mean to love ourselves? How does it feel to love ourselves? If taking care of ourselves is not love, then what is? At what point in the road does care turn into love?
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To me, loving oneself comes down to security: if you are secure in who you are, personality- and trait-wise, then you can love yourself. If you act without unnecessary masks, and can just EXIST without question or qualification, you have achieved the same security.
It’s a fine line between that and being a douchebag, though. Being someone who is “comfortable” with themselves as they make racist or sexist remarks may “love themselves” — because let’s be honest, most jerks are secure in BEING egotistical jerks — but that isn’t necessarily a goal someone who is emotionally empathetic should aspire to.
Remember though that loving yourself isn’t a binary: it’s not a thing that can be activated or deactivated. You can go from feeling bulletproof one day to being absolutely miserable the next, as many of us here have no doubt experienced. With my work, whether it’s my writing or my YouTube videos, I can feel in the zone during the creation and then feel like I betrayed my own style when I review it later, or vice versa.
If there is a way for us to permanently flip a switch inside our own minds to suddenly become secure with ourselves, I haven’t found it.
Love is a four letter word! It has different meaning to everyone, it’s a kind of a word that just gets thrown around to much, like fuck π the word love should be broken down into definitions, like love in the first degree, then 2nd an so on, I love being alive! I just donβt love it that much π
I think even if everyone loved themself, they’d still want someone to love them. Companionship seems to be a basic human need/want. At the end of the day, people just want to be held and told that everything will be ok. People just want their existence to matter to someone.