Felice Wanders, Wonders

“if am not meant to be loved
please take away this longing to be loved”

Twice this week I encountered this post
So, poster, stranger, fellow human—
Let me remind you with tenderness…

Love is not a single coordinate;
it is a broad, existing, evolving map.
Why pray for numbness
when love for all-
the small things,
and the grand plan,
can be yours for the taking?

If fortune is unkind
and your origin is absent,
choose your own architecture.

Build a tribe of external hearts.
but even if humans are fickle,
and presence is not guaranteed,

Then fall in love
with the life you have curated:
The coffee that warms you,
the book that enriched you,
the trinket you found beautiful.

These are not distractions;
they are evidences of your soul,
you identity,
your beautiful uniqueness.

You are nobody’s victim.
And stagnation is not a sentence.
If unhappiness finds you where you stand,
change your coordinates.

Set the standard for others,
and become so replete, so finite,
so blissfully complete
that when the right person arrives,
they find a destination,
not a void.