I just realized how much of my identity is about about absence, and the walls I put up..

Let me rephrase
Alot I f my identity WAS.. About walls
An absence of self..WAS ,"myself"

I have spent a whole chunk of m u existence supporting and enabling my fears. And unconditional love has allowed this.

Now thati finally see, I am left speechless at the gift that love is.

Love is the nature of existence, it is the meaning of life. Trite but true, it is the energy that gives endlessly and unconditionally