On Self-Love, Certainty, And Confusion

Early morning just before 6, on a cold Saturday morning. The world outside is quiet and my soul feels at rest. A cup of black coffee and some chill music in the background help me set up the mood and tune into my favorite morning ritual – releasing my thoughts on these virtual pages. Food for my soul. 

There’s one word that preoccupies my mind a lot these days. Self-love. A word we hear on every corner and about which we all love to speak so confidently.

But I wonder, how many have ever truly felt what self-love is?