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.
“Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.” — Rainer Maria Rilke
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.
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One Hundred Years of Solitude:
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