Unconditional

Art, music, literature, rain, flowers, rainbows, the smile of a stranger, the ecstatic hues of October skies, winter sunlight; we fall for them without resistance. 

They do not ask to be loved, seek attention or cling upon us. They simply exist. They give without intention, linger without demand, and offer themselves with the quiet devotion of a hopeless romantic.

In their presence, something within us softens. We receive without calculation and feel a rare, euphoric contentment, whole, if only for a moment.

They teach us what unconditional truly means: to love without conditions, without ifs. To connect without arithmetic, logic, motive, or reason. For the truest things are not meant to be explained or justified they are meant to be felt. And in their beautiful irrationality, they remind us how to love.

-Sumital