Motive

 

I remember sitting in front of our old black and white television set in the fifties. There was this magical boy named Peter Pan who had a fairy named Tinkerbell. At one point Tinkerbell was dying and Peter asked us to clap if we believed in fairies. I clapped as hard as I could! I believed in fairies! And I believed that because I clapped she lived.

I am no longer that naive, impressionable little girl, but sometimes I still believe in people and what they say. I am not sure it matters why they say it. People are always talking about motive. Does motive matter if the action is a good one?

You saved my life by saying kind things and paying attention to me. It worked! Does it matter why you did it?

People do things for all kinds of reasons. Usually they need something. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's money to feed their children. Maybe it's one of a million different things, but whatever the reasons are, if the actions are good, that is what counts.

I love who I think you are and that is enough for me. You've never hurt me, so why should I ascribe all these dark motives to actions that have only made me smile? Sometimes it is necessary to live in the moment, to appreciate things for what they are now. Not what they could be, or might be, but just what they are.

It doesn't mean I have to test you, or prove what you say, or do anything at all. I can simply love you for who you are when you are with me in this moment.