No matter how much love I give away, I always seem to have an abundant supply ready for the next needy soul. A constant outpouring of love...for my family and my friends and anyone else who comes to me with an outstretched hand. However, I fear that with every revitalizing moment I give to someone else a small piece of me withers and dies unless I receive love in return. For most of the people in my life this is not a problem, I give and receive in harmony. A wheel that keeps running with almost involuntary action. Then there are those that I reach out to and receive nothing in return. What is to become of me if I continue on this path? Do I choose to stop giving, or do I keep giving in hopes that one day the pay off will be so magnificent that the sacrifice is worth the wait. Being the eternal optimist, my instinct is to keep trying, to keep giving and loving and never give up. Is this an unrealistic point of view? Am I only a dreamer. Maybe so. But I would rather live in a blissful dream world of hope than fall into a world of apathy and complacency.
My body may wither and die, I may become frail, but my heart will never be lacking for love and I'll continue to give it freely. Maybe one day, it's worth will be revealed and those who have squandered it or threw it by the wayside will cherish it and give love in return.
Remaining Hopeful
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