We are given a few birthrights. Birth comes with a right to death. Another right is the one to love yourself. No one can give this to you. No one can take it away.
Today is August 16th (A.K.A Almost Ides of August) 2020. For exactly a year, at least, I vow to love myself.
Maybe in a year loving yourself will fall out of fashion. Maybe there will be something else on the market of self-actualization. But I can play the gambit for at least a year. Call it an experiment.
It is possible in a year I will gain it all. Love, fame, a fortune? Money, power, sex? Connection, intimacy and peace? Amidst whatever I gain or lose, it is only I who can give myself the right to love myself.
It is possible that nothing will change. It would seem as if nothing has changed. Again, amidst this, I promise to love myself.
Things could even get worse. I lose this wonderful home. I lose my loving parents. I fail to move onto the next phase of my life. I trudge through a muddy path before becoming independent and flourishing. Still, it would have only been a year’s time and I will be 25. 25 and still with the opportunity to keep loving myself.
