I like to think of myself as a realist. It’s the perfect cover . . . the perfect label to explain away my comfortable pessimism. There never seems to be much room for hopefulness, optimism, or even a compelling human interest piece. I’ll be the first to admit it. Sometimes, I wallow.
Yet every now and again, I stumble across a bit of inspiration that even I can’t sweep under the rug or ignore.
Recently, while listening to a podcast, I was introduced to a quote by Thomas Merton:
“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”
Needless to say, I found this very convicting.