Pick me, choose me, love me

I think ultimate love is truth and ultimate truth is love. I think truth and love is my very existence and hence true love is me.

If a man wants to go left and I want to go right, and you asked me, what would you choose in the name of love?

Would love be in the West while I am over on the East?

And you might ask me here it’s so beautiful to sacrifice for love. Well who assumed love was here? There is only a man and only me. So why would I choose what a man wants and call that love? Whereas if I chose to do what I want and feel great that feels a lot more real to me.

Well do you think my true love that was my truest match would go left? Would the love that’s true for me be anything other than the choosing right? Would the love so perfect for me that it’s worth sacrificing for ask me to sacrifice at all?

I choose love when I choose myself because I am love. There, that’s clear. This is easy and true and great and miraculous and exciting.

A gypsy isn’t a lifestyle or a travel destination or something you wear in your hair. It’s the freedom to define your very existence and your passions and craft your own fantasies and desires of love. It’s looking out the window of a bus and suddenly realizing that your most glamorous fantasies of love are happening here and now and this moment of freedom in your mind is all you need.

You’re home when you choose yourself and you’re healthy and strong and fine.