Unconditional love has to be possible.

People need unconditional love. I instantly recognized the truth of that idea when I ran across the work of Carl Rogers in college.  But that creates a dilemma for me.

Either it's actually possible to love unconditionally, or it's not. If it's not, then something is required for the full expression of humanity that we simply cannot have, and that would mean that life is ultimately tragic. I can talk more about how I managed to rid myself of existential angst later. For now, just: No. I can not accept that the universe is set up that way.

So, then, it has to be possible.

Thinking of this led me to an awareness I think I really needed. I have been trying to learn to put the truths I see into words, as wonderful teachers I love do so well. I've been really pushing in that direction, pushing the way you try to push water, or push a rope. Pushing. I want to be able to share these ideas with people I love--ideas like non-judgement and oneness. Surely, being able to write well about them is my calling. It's what I'm here to do.

But thinking about this, about Carl Rogers and unconditional love, I realized--no, I remembered--what it is I am actually doing. I don't know how I ever forgot.

My purpose here is to love unconditionally. Not to write brilliant essays or books, not to become something in particular. Loving unconditionally is the only thing I need to learn, the only thing that matters.