Looking for love (or approval, or acceptance) from others is like looking for the glasses on top of my head.
And just as funny.
I’m fumbling around looking for what I’m carrying with me everywhere I go:
A wholehearted sense of oneness and completeness - a sense that I am loved and lovable.
Which, in the end, can only come from within me.
So I’m looking for myself outside myself.
Comical.
I have all the love, approval and acceptance I will ever need (and, incidentally, all I will ever get) right here.
No one else has my glasses. They’re right here on top of my head. All I need to do is notice and put them on.