love what you have

Love what you have.

Not what you could have.

Not who they could be or even who they should be, even though they keep leaving the lights on, even though they don’t put away the dishes, even though they snore like a motherfucker and won’t google a cure.

Love what you have even when the person or the career or the house you should have won’t appear. Refuses to move from the world of your dreams into the world of reality, existing only in negative space, the deep seated longings of your heart, a heart full of longings that you have—longings themselves you could learn to love, to appreciate, to see through misty-eyed pride as a kind of stubborn optimism that refuses to die.

Because if you love what you have, then what you really have is love. 

Isn’t that enough?

Thank you. Let’s have a great day.