What if love is actually who we already are? Something within us that is always there just waiting for us to connect to it?
Could it be that we learn to become someone else, seeking our happiness on the outside and from other people, not feeling that we just can be ourselves?
Taking care of our inner world through caring for ourselves support us to be less affected by the outer world.
When you love and accept yourself, you don’t feel the need to seek approval or recognition from others. Theres no need to look outside of you.