I'm not brave. I'm loving!

Lately, I've been getting a lot of warm pats on the back talking about my courage, loving hugs extolling my initiative and choice, I've also been presented with padded future shoulders friends if something "doesn't work out" and I've had haunting and suspicious looks at my spirit adventurous. For these moments, I follow a ritual: I smile broadly and release my newest famous “Gratitude”, after all, how not to be grateful for such loving kindnesses. But what I would actually like to explain is that it is not a choice. I had no choice. I didn't make a choice. There was never a choice!

Everything I've lived, all the people, experiences, moments, loves and lessons, smiles and tears that have passed in my life have led me to this moment. And the choice would be not to live, to stop being, to let the present slip away. This would be choosing. To live is to be free to the point of letting the flow go without succumbing to rationalizations and dilemmas. I'm not choosing. I am, yes, living.

What would be the option? Not to live is to let yourself die. When we understand that everything is love, if we stop to choose, we are choosing between love and love, right? So choose what? If only love is real, when do we choose to be left with unreality? I learned that when love calls us, we must follow. So where is the courage in this? This is obvious.

Courage might be turning your back on something great and wonderful like love and life. Courage might be closing your hand to hold on to the past while we think about the future. I don't have this courage. I am a divinely normal human being and I want to fill myself with love. I want to receive and live from this gift. I want to see my love in me, in you, in the next and I want the love of the next in me. I don't know how to live without love anymore. Unlearned, thanks to me! I trained a lot to get here. So it never had an optional valve.

How to turn our backs on our vital energy and move on? This is not courage, adventure or letting go, it's just love. Love for me, for the other, for the world, for us. So, I tell you, dear friends, colleagues, family, I am not brave because I do what you think you would not be able to do, I am not strong because I had the delicacy to understand that there is nothing to fear, I am not detached because I abandon things and situations that don't fit me anymore, much less adventurous because I'm living life like someone receiving a gift. I am rather someone who follows something that he considers greater than himself, his desires, attachments, fears and defenses. Following love is not being brave, it's being loving. And this, without a doubt, I am.