I believe there is a magical amount of self-love that is just right so that you can securely share affectionate gestures with people but won’t become a jerk, and that magical amount of self-love is a key toward a better world. The amount of experienced self-loe fluctuates day by day, some of us have it since childhood (secure attachement in attachement theory would be what I mean here) and some learn later. Like everything else, it’s a sphere which overlaps with other spheres of human existence, and if I would ever start a cult it would be about spectrums in regards to everything.
Through healthy amount of self-love we accept and nurture ourselves and others, because ability to feel empathy toward oneself makes it possible to extent the courtesy toward others, as well. Through too much of it, we become self-centered, admiring our own image on the experience of others – we start to think we deserve good things more than others because we are better. And if we have too little self-love, curiously, a similar thing happens – we often become self-involved, and even if we admire others, it’s often in comparison to our poor condition.
I wanted to write about other people today, but I still find it scary because even if it’s good things you say, it’s still stepping into someone else’s world and admitting that I actually see them and enjoy their company. It’s scary because it makes me vulnerable, even when I do fully support daring to spread love through small acts of kindness, random compliments and poems about those who surround you. So, today I wrote a poem about why I didn’t write that poem and what my self feels about that other poem, which I will do tomorrow.
And maybe start the cult. I don’t think I have enough followers to do that.