Love the people who treat you right.
Forget about those who don’t.
I’d make a tweak in that “Love the people who treat you right.” I’d say “Love everyone. But forget about those who don’t treat you right.”
“Don’t pay any attention to people who don’t treat you right.” That’s the main concept.
Doesn’t this make perfect sense? It sounds like a no-brainer, doesn’t it? So obvious.
And yet, how many times does our focus stick on those who don’t treat us right? Those we believe have wronged us in some way? I know you get what I mean.
Those old relationships are like a scab we can’t help but return to again and again, picking at it until it bleeds one more time.
Forget about those who don’t treat you right.
Of course, it refers to “love” in the general sense. Yes, romantic love, because at one time or another we’ve each suffered for love. Or from love.
But also “love” in the sense of family and beloved friends. Any kind of love.
When those people don’t treat us right, it’s difficult to ignore. Sometimes we believe it is impossible to move past it. And yet, what a waste of energy it is to stay stuck. Because we can bet our bottom dollar they aren’t giving us a second thought. Also because there are so many others in our lives who treat us right and deserve our attention, our focus.
And we deserve to allow ourselves that positive focus, too.
In going through some old boxes that had sat idle for more than a decade I found some wonderful photographs: me with people no longer in my life. A dear woman friend who left the friendship. My sister, who is no longer in my life. Men I’d been in deep, meaningful relationship with. It tilted me a little off balance that day as I considered what they had meant to me.
I thought about all these people had given me, the gifts of love, friendship, companionship. Some gave me gifts having to do with spirituality or creativity. And some just gave me challenges to face and surmount so that I could grow.
As I thought about each person, I blessed them and my memories, and sent any remnants of the relationship up to spirit. These loved ones had served their holy purpose in my life.
I felt free. In some cases, I saved a few of the photographs, thinking I might use them to prod memory for writing something about it one day.
But mostly, I blessed the memories and let go.
There are so many loving people still in my life to attend to. People who fill me with sunshine.
I am one lucky woman.
And you are, too. Think about it.