We often hear it said that relationships require work. And maybe they do. And maybe the worst relationships require the most work. But love is not work. Not at all. Love is easy.
Can I try to love someone? Try to tell the truth? Try to improve myself? Well, of course I can try, but trying is failing. Nothing I try to do returns the effort.
Can we try to be kind, try to be virtuous, try to be happy? Well, yes. Trying is always an option. But what has trying ever accomplished? Turn away from the man whose best counsel is to try harder. He’s an emissary of miserableness.
If you do what you love to do, no effort is involved. No trying. No planning. No expectations. No regrets. Your purpose in life is simply to do what you love to do.
What happens when the man who has not found himself tries to change himself? Not much, frankly. The new man is not the old man refurbished and improved. He’s the old man dropped.