Unconditional

I keep on coming back to the theme and no doubt will again.  But I do believe it is the most important thing in the world.  Love.
Not love that is self-centred, but love that gives.  Gives when it hurts.  Loves when it does not feel like it.  Loves when it would be easier or more convenient to do my own thing.
I have been there.  I known times when it was the last thing I wanted to do.  Not something involving someone in front of me but something that meant being there for someone.  No agenda.  No goal.  Just being there and letting the person know in the everyday that if needed there is someone who will be there to help.
Love that is unconditional.  That is a toughy.  I am always wide eyed when I see someone up for a serious crime and parents stand by them.  Not condoning what has occurred but being there.  Being there when the world is against your son or daughter.  That to me must be one of the loneliest places on earth. It is hard enough feeling someone else is against me but to feel the world is against me is another level.
I do know I need help with the conditional bit.  It is easy enough to love those who love me.  That to me seems pretty much the human experience.  When I see someone lose a loved one and when I have myself I weep.  I was close.  I cared.  But when I see someone halfway across the world weeping because they have lost a loved one my heart can remain unmoved.
But to love someone I am at best neutral about, or at worst is against me I need help for that one.
Yet to be honest I think it is totally worth it.  Someone needs to break the cycle and it may as well be me.  The cycle of hatred.  The cycle that wants to put another in what I consider to be their place (conveniently forgetting that I deserve the same fate).  Repaying hate for hate.
That to me is endless.  The world population would end up being zero unless the cycle is broken.  Much of what happens does not seem to make sense.  As long as what I do makes sense and leads to freedom rather than death and destruction.
Many do not understand at all.  Hearts are set on vengeance.  Righting a perceived wrong as if I am the standard.  I know myself well enough to know my standard is and always will be bias.
All I can do is what I can.  Sometimes I do good and at other times not so good.  But I am trying or as some would say “very trying.”