It's so difficult to love another person and yourself for who they are and not what they do or who they could be. To stay in this moment and know it in all its pleasure and its pain. The world is a beautiful place. How often do we say this aloud?
The truth is that this was something over which I had no control and the question is not why but what. What am I going to do with this? What am I going to make of it?
