If you get into a funk (and we all do from time to time),
can you approach your confusion with love?
Can you stop worrying about the particulars,
especially with people, anyone, and worry more about loving them?
Not in a way that you give love away,
but more that you are sharing your love,
the love that is always inside of you?
Flowers aren't always beautiful,
but they always share,
without diminishing what they truly are,
without denying that they haven't bloomed yet or are past their prime,
or need to be underground for a time,
they are always true.
You don't have to be "this" person,
or "that" person to anyone,
just be your loving self,