Imagine
Someday, when we are mature enough, wise enough, and brave enough…
Someday, when we are mature enough, wise enough, and brave enough…
I don’t care if LOVE is a delusion...
LOVE… forever anguished by its limitations...
LOVE… knows that sometimes being a good person means not being a “nice” person.
Wouldn’t it be nice if LOVING was its own reward?
LOVE is not measured by what you believe.
LOVE… knows that the reasons for quitting…
LOVE is not work for the weak and timid…
What will it take for us to see that each one of us is a wounded child?