We want to be loved even though we screw up (a lot).
Not only do we want to be loved but we want to be told we're love, we want to feel that we're loved, we want to be shown that we're loved.
And this is also clear. When we hold back from loving others, we hold back from loving ourselves. When we hold back from loving ourselves, we hold back from loving others. When we give love to others, we give love to ourselves. When we give love to ourselves, we give love to others. What we reject in others, we reject in ourselves. When we reach out with compassion for another, we reach out with compassion for ourselves. And vice versa. It's the same. One thing feeds another.
So, what's the answer to all of this angst/suffering/need for approval (that I think every human being on the planet feels)?
I really believe it's that simple. And that complicated. That messy. And that preciously beautiful.
*And while we're on the subject, if you want to read some absolutely gorgeous words about love, you must go read J's. They'll knock your socks off--seriously.