The Risky Paradox Of Love: The More You Give, The More You Feel

Risky Paradox Of Love

Risky Paradox Of Love….

Love is often perceived as an easy thing that everyone is capable of doing. I find this to be untrue. To love and be loved can create anxiety.

To have the faith that we are lovable and beautiful with our scars, not just temporarily, but permanently in our own heart, is a questionable endeavor for many. Even I am not immune to the protective armor we wear to guard our fragile bleeding hearts.

I remember sitting in my psychoanalyst’s office talking about a new relationship I was starting. I told my analyst that my mind was jumping to conclusions. “Maybe she wants children right now and I’m not ready for that,” I said to him. “She doesn’t text very often because she’s busy working an amazing job. I don’t think she has time for me.”

While these feelings may be valid, they were not reality. Those words were a story in my mind to protect me. They were sentences entrenched in the narrative that I’m not good enough to be lovable. There always has been a strong impulse to sabotage my own relationships. There’s always has been an unwillingness to risk in the unknown world of another’s heart

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Because I knew if I let myself truly be seen, I’d have to question how I saw myself.

One night, I stopped by her place to spend 20 minutes with her before she headed off to bed. After those 20 minutes had passed, I said, “It’s time for me to leave.” I could see in her eyes a lingering for me to stay. An unspoken desire for intimacy – maybe even sexual.

So what did I do?

I got the hell out of there.

I hadn’t told her about the condition I had that made my skin flake and gave me red spots all over my body. I was ashamed of my psoriasis. I thought if she knew, she wouldn’t be attracted to me.

Even with evidence of prior partners loving me despite my skin issues, I closed myself off from her in that moment. I was deeply scared of her loving me, because I struggled to love myself.

Loving Requires Risking Your Heart

A passionate and intimate relationship requires us to risk our hearts, thereby offering someone the power to hurt, betray, and reject us.

I’ve heard others complain when they are not falling in love. But love isn’t out in a man or a woman, it’s in you. Someone else, no matter how sexy, isn’t going to make you fall in love. You can be neurologically drugged by your hormones to become really attracted to them, but falling in love happens when you share yourself and offer love. Sharing your painful vulnerabilities, your hopes and dreams, and actually being interested in your partners.

Falling in love and staying connected bids you to be willing and able to open your heart, to expose your emotions (even the “bad” ones), and to share your inner world with someone else. Giving your fragile heart to someone is the only way to feel love. The risky paradox is the more love you offer, the more love and the more vulnerable you’ll feel.

The passionate emotions of love come from the risky venture of giving love and truly receiving it. Those of us who did not feel loved or valued growing up, think that to be loved in a relationship is the ultimate prize at the carnival. We end up feeling empty, disappointed, and cynical because the magic feelings come much more from loving which opens our heart to receiving love as well.

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Protecting your fragile heart may keep you safe, but at a terribly high cost. You won’t get hurt. But if you’re unwilling to love unconditionally, are you truly alive?

Our struggle to risk being vulnerable is one of the reasons our relationships have an intimacy deficit. Being vulnerable is being direct and honest with how we feel. It requires us to share our fears. To ask for what we need and be honest with ourselves about what we need.

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