Love?

I often ask myself,"Have I loved enough?"
The answer is always "no".
Not because we can't have enough of love but because in all sincerity, I know love is not what I always "do".
Sometimes I feel I have so much love bubbling in me, I could love the entire world to bits!
Then at times, I feel so depleted I can hardly say a kind word to my neighbor.
And again,I look around me, I look within me...
Do my friends and family feel unloved at any point of time with me around them?
Have I loved myself well enough...respected myself,cultivated myself?

The resounding answers always leave me with a feeling of shallowness.

Why does loving seem easy and hard at the same time?
I won't attempt an easy answer nor look for an obscure one
Because we all "know" love yet we don't "know it all".

There are ways to love truly, to love well
Love is not indiscriminate...at least in the human realm.
Love is a big thing, it can be everything...
It can settle and unsettle you
It can inspire you, it can ruin you!
Aahh me!

This is heavy stuff!
I shall rest here.
I'll pick up my pen later.
Perhaps when love puts on the garb of inspiration for me!