

A beautiful orb weaver (and hubby on her back) that I posted here a while ago.
I don’t see this kind away from lamu island.


I don’t see this kind away from lamu island.
For most people in this age, love feels like something you have to prove your worth for. It demands of you, you have to "fight for it". It has no room for error or human flaw. It is a fearful kinda love, the one that is cautious and built on assumption and judgement. It doesn’t do second chances, it doesn't build room for expansion. It is rigid, forged on societal expectation, and crumbles like sand at the slight sign of strain. Those who love each other can easily hate each other. Then you realise, it not love. It is contractual expectation clothed in affection. Even friendship has suffered, and people only offer friendship for very specific reasons, without which their friendship is withdrawn. That’s why I call it fake love. It is conditional.
Edit: this is not a rant, just an observation. It is not a judgment either, even though it carries a very subjective tone to it. I know that things are how they are for us to find our greatest expression of who we are.