Vessels

Maybe all that everyone doing is trying to find a place to pour their love.

In my experience, it is easier to pour out something that has been overflowing inside of you rather than to find the vessel to pour it in. What's less easy than both endeavours is to become the proper vessel for someone to pour their love in. It is quite particularly hard and incredibly time-consuming to adjust yourself into becoming a proper vessel. Though, I learned quickly and unpleasantly that I am not an exceptional vessel in which you can easily pour your love in.

Maybe all that everyone doing is trying to find a place to cultivate love.

In my experience, even if your vessel manages to contain love, it does not always mean that it can cultivate love. Love could die due to asphyxiation, becoming idle inside a vessel that does not give you the space to breathe, grow, and burrow deeper into itself to multiply into something bigger. Love could die due to toxicity, not quite able to adapt with the ecosystem of the vessel. Love could die after showing its true nature to the vessel, hurting itself and the vessel by not quite being honest. Love could die after remembering how its previous vessel could properly nurture and nourish it. Though, I learned quickly and unpleasantly that I am not an exceptional vessel in which you can cultivate love.

[pic by Anthropologie]