Strays

There are stray animals and those animals that are safe in a loving home. The strays don’t have the necessities. They search for food, a place to stay, love. Nothing is handed to them, nothing at all. At one point or another they were abandoned by their mother, owner, whoever. So they spend their life searching. Just searching. Its all they can do.

At one point or another we all feel like strays. We feel as if we have to search for everything. Sure, love may just be handed to us. But what if it isn’t really the love we’re looking for?

We have the love from our family. Sometimes it’s strong, other times it’s weak. Sometimes it hurts, other times it heals. Sometimes it’s doubtful, other times it clearly shows.

But of course, like everything else, love comes with attached strings. And ultimately, it comes down to whether you choose to be selfish or selfless.

To be selfish in love is to make it easier for yourself, to give yourself all the answers, to give yourself all the control. It’s to make someone somewhat of a prisoner or a slave, to give them no freedom. It’s to take away all the chances for someone to learn the ins and outs, rights and wrongs, limits and breakpoints of life before it hits them hard at the home run.

Or, you can be selfless in love. It’s to give freedom, understanding, space, all of which will eventually lead to greater love. It may cause worry, but that should be nothing compared to what you’re giving the other person.

We are all strays at one point or another, searching for something more, searching for the love we deserve. We don’t deserve to be abandoned. No person or animal deserves that.

So next time you see a stray, don’t just watch it, think about it, or write about it.

Get up and give it what it deserves.