Infinite solitudes. Love is best when grown side by side, like unwavering trees, rather than intertwining closely. It is impossible for human beings to completely understand one another. Two people become closer when the distance is acknowledged because it opens the door for empathy and understanding. Love is hard, for it is the ultimate trial of humanity. Loss is easier to talk about than love.
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Love can only exist by stepping back and embracing solitude. It cannot be explained. It starts within, not without. It’s private and personal. Patience. Stillness. Everything can be encompassed by the cliché “Love yourself”. What a shame that it’s so overused and cliché! If only people could slow down and soak it in. What does it mean to love yourself? I think it starts with listening to yourself. Stillness, with no distractions, makes way for clarity. One doesn’t have to truly understand themselves, either. They just have to listen quietly with no sense of urgency. Only with stillness can you hear the minute stirrings of the heart.
A lone tree, rooted in clear water, is surrounded by ever-expanding ripples.
To love is also good, for love is hard. Love between one person and another: that is perhaps the hardest thing it is laid on us to do, the utmost, the ultimate trial and test, the work for which all other work is just preparation. – p. 33
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