For the longest time my definition of “love” was something shared between you and your significant other. And that is how I spent a few years of my life; always in a relationship one after another and always trying to find that perfect match, someone I could love. Yes, I was (and probably still am) a hopeless romantic.
Maybe I was afraid of being alone or maybe I just liked the feeling of being in love. But it wasn’t until I broke off a long term relationship that I realized how wrong I was about the meaning of “love”. Because while I was busy looking for “THE one” I neglected the love from family, friends, and most importantly from myself.
When my last relationship ended I was devastated, I was empty, and I was lost. My friends worried that I would once again jump into another relationship, but instead, I packed my bags and went on a surfing trip in Central America. Needless to say, I had a life changing experience.
I met great people that were full of passion for life, adventure, and freedom that inspired me and showed me that there is so much more to life than just finding the perfect one. Among those people I met Mr. Carefree a guy who soon became my travel partner; he was beautiful inside and out, fun, loving, caring and free.
He was 33 but had a younger heart than I did. He inspired me with his kind heart, his passion, and his free spirit. He illustrated what a real relationship with mutual respect looked like, he taught me to love and forgive myself, he reminded me of family’s unconditional love, and he ignited my passion for life.
After a long day helping the community build schools and playing with the kids, we went on a last sunset surf session. We caught some waves and later we just sat on our boards and watched the sunset quietly. For the first time in a while I felt alive. And while watching that sunset I realized that the time spent doing good, the smile on a little kid’s face, or the moment spent with a loved one are things that can easily be taken for granted but they are also the most precious ones.
I came back from that trip and realized I was in love, but this time, for the right reasons: I was in love with life. And I was thirsty, thirsty for new adventures, for new accomplishments, and for new challenges that would come my way. My goal went from finding the one to living a meaningful life.
Soon after I came back people around me started getting married. But instead of feeling lonely I was happy, happy to share their love, happy to be part of their exciting new journey, and happy to be around my family.
It doesn't matter what kind of love it is, family, friends, lover, puppies, or kitties, love can be tricky and not always perfect, but as long as you’ve tried your best there is nothing to regret. Some people come into our lives and go others come and stay but they all leave a mark either as a lesson or a blessing.
Happy Valentines Day to all the beautiful dreamers out there!