💚Once upon a time, in a world where the winds whispered of pain and the sky held a deep silence, there lived a child born into a system ruled by shadows. In this world, love was not a gentle gift—it was a currency, a measure of worth, a thing that could be earned or denied. The child was taught, from the moment they opened their eyes, that love must be worked for. A child must prove themselves worthy of affection, must bend to the will of those in power, must be seen and heard in ways that demanded validation.
The child’s world was shaped by those who were lost in their own illusions, people whose hearts had hardened, whose spirits were distorted by their own fears and hunger for control. These were the psychopaths and narcissists—those who wore masks of power, convincing the world that love was something to be earned, something that came with conditions. "If you do this for me, then I will love you," they said. "Prove yourself, and you will be worthy of my affection."
The child, confused and aching, lived each day wondering why they couldn't just be loved for who they were. The pursuit of love became a journey filled with exhaustion and self-doubt, as they tried to meet the impossible standards set by the world. Yet, in the quietest moments, when the world faded away, the child could feel something deep within—an ancient wisdom, a truth buried beneath the weight of conditions. It was the truth of their heart, the truth that love should never come with a price.
In their heart, the child knew that love was not something to be earned. Love was something that should flow freely, like a river that knows no boundaries. It was a gift, given without expectation, without manipulation. A parent’s love should not be something a child had to fight for, but something that existed as a steady embrace, a sanctuary of peace.
The child began to wonder: What if the world could be different? What if love could be unconditional? What if the truth in their heart could reshape the world they lived in?
So, the child set out on a journey—not one of proving their worth to others, but of reconnecting to the pure love that lived within themselves. They started to see the world not through the eyes of a system shaped by power and control, but through the eyes of a heart that remembered that love was meant to heal, to nurture, to be given freely, with no strings attached.
As the child embraced this truth, they found peace—not in others' approval, but in the unconditional love they discovered within themselves. They began to understand that love, real love, had never been lost. It had always been there, waiting to be seen and embraced.
And slowly, the child began to change the world around them, not by demanding love from others, but by offering the love they had found within their own heart. They broke free from the chains of a system that had distorted what love was meant to be, and in doing so, they showed others that love, true love, was the most powerful force of all.
Because the heart knows—love should never be earned. It is a gift, always there, waiting to be embraced, to be shared, to heal all wounds. Love is not a transaction. It is the light that makes everything whole again. And in that light, the child found peace, and the world began to heal.