Given the courage to endure the cost, love is always within our reach. Fear of losing what we love only exists as an illusion in the mind, distracting us from the love we have at this moment.
With nothing to lose, fear lessens. At that point of realization, we can start loving again. We become bold enough to indulge in doing what we love, and love whom we love.
Do I practice what I write? Not really. But I do my best to be more mindful of what is important than what is at stake.
With less desire, I fear less. Allowing less room for fear, I find more rooms for love.
On the other hand, experiencing what fear really is like strengthens my appreciation of and yearning for love. Fear of losing what I love in fact highlights the value of love and the time given. Fear of death of loved ones, for example, brings us closer. Desperately. Facing the remaining time together here reveals what is essential in life.
By being mindful of what we do here and now, we may be able to cultivate a loving heart, worrying less. It is much better than worrying more and loving less.
When I am mindful of wanting less and love what I do, I have more faith in myself, and can totally sink into my fearless zone.