To Love Is to Stand Unprotected !

The Moon Phase is waning crescent again.

It’s that special “me time” of the month again….🌙
which apparently turns me into a hopeless romantic.

So if my posts suddenly feel like they were written under candlelight with violins playing in the background…please don’t be surprised.

We all long for love—
to be seen, held, understood—
yet we keep asking love to come with conditions:
safety, certainty, armor, guarantees.
Fear disguised as compatibility.

But love was never meant to live in safety, certainty, guarantees or armor.

Because when everything is secured and protected, nothing is truly felt.

And where nothing is felt…
love simply doesn’t exist there.

After my father passed away in 2008, many marriage proposals came—and just as quickly disappeared, not because of who I was, but because I had no inherited wealth. 

In two years, I built my own life and bought my own home.
Then, the same men returned.

That’s when I understood—
they never rejected me,
they rejected my vulnerability.

Yes, I built armor (Intelligence - Career) to survive—

but I refused to offer my armor in exchange of  love.

Because love has no place in armor.

Love is in the unguarded moments.

Maybe love was never meant to make us feel safe.

So I chose differently.

I learned to stand in my truth,
without bargaining my vulnerability for acceptance.

Love is divine and it is found in vulnerability.

Perhaps that is the illusion Richard Bach points toward too—that we think safety will save us, when in reality it only distances us from the very thing we seek. Real love asks for no armor. It asks for presence. For truth. For the exposure of absolute self.

Love is the courage to stand unguarded before another human being and still remain open. Vulnerability is not the weakness of love; it is the doorway to it.

This isn’t about old vs new—
it’s about what’s real vs what’s fake.

The one who stays hidden behind armor,
afraid to reveal their true self, is faking,
is not evolving—just pretending.

The harder truth is this: many avoid vulnerability not because of others, but because they are afraid of facing themselves—their contradictions, their flaws, even their own betrayals.

If you have to put on your armor all the time to keep it on, and if you are unable to share your authentic self with a partner, that relationship is fake and not a place of love.

This Evolution begins with Emotional Intelligence.

Its Friday - time to treat my-self, time to pamper my-self.

I am fully open—unguarded, without safety nets, without guarantees.
No walls, no rehearsed versions of myself, no careful calculations of what might break.

Just me—authentic, trembling, and real—
choosing love not for safety,
but for the freedom of having none.

You cannot truly love another until you love yourself—and that begins with self-acceptance.
Without it, love becomes a transaction, not a connection.

Love is in vulnerability.
Love begins where we dare to be seen—without armor, without fear.
The divine doesn’t enter closed hearts.

We armor up to feel safe, but that armor blocks love.

Maybe, as Illusions suggests,
love isn’t something we earn or secure—
it’s something we allow.

In Illusions, love is not about security, possession, or permanence.
It is about freedom.

Freedom to be yourself without armor.
Freedom to show your authentic self to the partner.

Finishing Matters !

Run your race. Respect your pace. And most importantly — don’t quit halfway.

Finishing in alignment with your own rhythm matters more !

Love needs a little madness—
you can’t fully love if you hold on too tightly to common sense.

Because love doesn’t grow in logic, calculations, or careful decisions…
it lives in the unguarded, unprotected moments where you stop overthinking and simply feel.

In that sense, love becomes almost divine—
not because it protects us,
but because it frees us.

And maybe…
the moment we stop trying to secure love—
is the moment
we finally allow love to happen.