Wounds heal. Scars fade. Awful memories can be overwritten
with better ones if given the chance. The little imperfections of our psyches
become overshadowed by the people whose love we cherish because they cherish us
despite our faults; physical, emotional, spiritual, or otherwise. This thing we
call the human condition with all its bittersweet blind corners and senseless
humor evolves from within ourselves and not because of some pre-ordained
reverie we desire to cast in the constellations.
All in all it is what makes life worth living. [August Clearwing, Never Have I Ever]
It can BE so hard to realise and then remember this. Life
Goes On. Until it does NOT. And it’s always worth giving it another chance by
simply cherishing the What Is.
To love is to accept a soul entirely, not wishing that
the person was otherwise, nor hoping for change, nor clinging to some ideal
past. To love is to cherish the individual standing before you presently―charms, quirks,
and all. To love is to give someone a
piece of your heart that you will never, ever reclaim. [Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes,
Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year]
This sounds so simple. But I don’t think, even once, I have
loved so well.
MayBE I should BEgin by cherishing myself.
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
It is very difficult to love so unconditionally--especially with people who don't make it easy for us--LOL! They are tests for our souls, I guess. :)
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