What is unconditional love to us? 
       
          Isn't it supposed to pertain to loving someone, no matter what they do, they day they have, or the way they act? When I sit down at the end of a rough day, being completly honest with myself, find that out of all the people I came in contact with, the people I don't know get treated much better. 
         I was always told as a child, "if you can't go home in a bad mood, where can you be in a bad mood." That is totally contradictory to the ideals of 'unconditional love'. Is it even possible to love so unconditionally that going home in a bad mood is okay? I think it is in an idealistic world, but in reality is close to impossible. 
          I said the hardest sentence I have ever had to try to put together tonight. "I don't think we should see eachother anymore". I'm sure that anyone, a boyfriend, a bestfriend or a parent can sympathise with thoes words, having the same sinking feeling in their heart. The person to whom I said this to, laid back down as I sat down and cried. Is this unconditional love or is it simply being selfish for that one short sentence? 
          However, is it enough to say that that one person is being selfish or, am I being selfish for saying that. Humans work in funny ways. I guess we have different ways of coping with certain situations. Some people get so emotional distressed they say things like that out of sheer hatred for themselves, some go and take it out on their bodies in various ways, and some just hide it away and pretend everything is okay. I'm not too sure where I sit in thoes groups, but I'm sure I can lean towards certain suggestions. 
          However, I think that unconditional love for youself is needed more then the unconditional love of others. But, is that possible for everyone? It's really not as easy as the concept behind it. You have to love youself before you can love anyone else. But, can a person honestly love themselves unconditionally? 
          I have looked at many articals people have written about unconditional love, including educational articals written by philosphers, sociologists, psychologists, religious groups, and plain old joe shmoe. Each with their own opinions. I just don't think that you can state what uncondtional love is. Black and white. Is it really that simple? 

          One website says: 
              "Unconditional love means unconditional freedom. Love and freedom are two of those words that are interchangeable. Freedom of choice is unconditional love, unconditional freedom. Choice is another of those words that are interchangeable with Love and freedom." To me this should pertain more to trust, honesty and forgivness. If unconditional love is freedom, then in theory the Canadian government loves us unconditionally because we are a free country. Then there would be no punishment for crime almost resulting in there being no crime at all. Or is the author specifically talking about personal freedom and personal unconditional love. Perhaps if we all feel the freedom of the soul, we could then love ourselves uncondtionally, and then be able to love uncondtionally. 

          Another site says:
             "What does “conditional” mean?
Conditional – relating to conditions.
Conditions – circumstances, requirements.
So, if the presence of love relates to any particular condition (circumstance or requirement), it is not, by definition, unconditional"
This basically makes the most sence to me. A parent doesn not love a child unconditionally. They love their child on the condition they are their child. A friend does not love uncondtionall, because if there was not something (personality, humour, lifestyle) they would not be friends. A person can't love a partner unconditionall because without that one thing you love them for, there would be no relationships. So is unconditional love not there at all?

          Unconditional love is present everywhere though. This is the answer to my statement about treating strangers better then we treat our loved ones, the ones we are supposed to love unconditionally. Uncondtional love is the compassion to a complete stranger. You don't know the strangers personality traits. The people you love, you know them, tainting the ability to love unconditionally. 
          If you were to remove all personalities, all things that define us as people, you leave us all being common. In the end, the same. Would that not be unconditional love? 

          
          
           

Broken dreams and aspirations of yesterday. 
          
          They flow through my former being, creating an unsettled river of emotions to which I can't put together into one. I start to question my ability to comprehend reality in its own, rather then the dream euphoria I create in my mind. 
          I would run up the stairs and hide ever so silently under the bed, in the closet, behind the door, under my big fluffy comforter. I would hear him climb the stairs. One, two, three, four, I smile as I giggle slightly. Five, six, seven, eight, I look out of my hiding place to see if he's close yet. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, the excitment is umbareable as I hear him get closer and closer. Thirteen, fourteen, I know he's upstairs now. I hear him walk into my room and with a soothing paternal voice I hear, "I wonder where she is..." I always thought I had the best hiding places, and growing up I know that no matter where I hid he would always find me. He would tuck me tightly into bed, making sure that no one can come near me, not ever harm me. 
          What is trust. Is it the shelter of a parent? Is it the love of a friend? Or is it quite simply being able to look at an individual in such a way that you see no bias in them? The dictionary defines trust in a few simple words: confident expection of something; hope. 
          As a young child, we learn that to trust a parent is more of a lifeline, then a privilage. He had all my trust, my love, my faith, everything I posessed as a child, was his. 
          I was always, Daddy's Little Girl. 
          From the point of view of this vulnerable child, the trust was so magnificently immense that it posessed everything she could comprehend. Nothing can take this trust between a child and her protector. At times it feels like it no longer belongs, and this protector and vulnerable child, are no longer one, but two seperate people, going their seperate ways. 
          Although I may be years away from him, and live a completly different lifestyle. He may not know to walk by me, and may not even know my name, but everynight I can still recite: 

I'll love you forever, 
I'll like you for always, 
As long as I'm living, 
My baby you'll be.