You can’t go looking for love as if it’s something lost that needs to be found.

Because love isn’t a destination.

Love finds you.

It arrives when it’s time, not when you feel ready, not when life looks polished and perfect, but when your soul is ripe for transformation. Sometimes love enters quietly, in the middle of chaos. Sometimes it bursts in like a storm. Either way, it comes with purpose: to change you.

Love finds you when its time for you to be transformed. Not necessary when you are ready or you think you're ready. But when you need to experience that transformation that only love can bring in someone's life. 

Most of us grow up dreaming of love as rainbows and butterflies. As safety and sweetness. We cling to these fantasies, hoping they will rescue us from the ache of being human. But those fantasies can quickly become our escape… or our prison.

Because real love isn’t a fairytale.

It’s a mirror. A fire. A revolution for your soul.

It doesn’t just make you feel, it remakes you.

Love will break you open, not to destroy you, but to soften what’s been hardened. To dissolve the protective walls you built from old wounds. It will challenge your identity, unravel the stories you’ve told yourself, and shake the foundation of your beliefs.

It asks:

Can you let go of who you think you are…

to become who you truly are?

Love will confront your conditioning.

It will trigger the parts of you that were never held, never seen, never heard. The pain in you.

Not to punish you, but to help you finally meet those parts with compassion.

Because the truth is: love doesn’t come to complete you.

It comes to wake you up. To shake you up. To grow you up.

To invite you into your fullness.

To teach you how to feel more, give more, become more.

And maybe that’s why love never makes perfect sense.

It was never meant to.

That's why you cannot control love. You can only surrender love. Let yourself be transformed by its fire. Be brave enough, foolish enough to love so you can let love heal you, save you, expand you.

Love doesn't ask to be understood. It wasn't meant to be explained, understood or controlled.

It was meant to be lived.

Felt.

Survived.

And most of all, transformed by.

With much love, 🤍

Aniela

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