Simpleigh

Found an old blog entry from a couple months ago. Not quite complete but I thought I'd share. I've discovered recently that it's possible to go your whole life without knowing how to love someone unconditionally.  It's frightening really, all the subtle ways we withhold our love from the people around us. Our insecurities determine the risks we take with our love.  My affection comes with so many conditions. Subconsciously, a thousand little requirements dictate whom I love and how much I love them.  I ask myself constantly: What can they offer? What do they expect from me? Will they leave me?  It's easy to love someone when they have something to offer you. But what happens when they have nothing to give?  What happens when they are lying ill in a hospital, unable to care for even themselves? I've always loved my Dad, but not because its been easy. At times loving him has been really really hard, and I'm sure he would say the same thing about...