Long before
spoken language arose, human beings communicated with only
their hands and their eyes. A playful moment of eye contact in
the light of the fire. The slow graze of fingertips down the
small of a back. These are the ancient languages of love. Learn
to speak them fluently.
i
find
the
single
most remarkable thing about love is the
way it is doomed to pain and loss from its onset. Whether it is
the spouse that outlives their lover, or loses them to another,
there is no escaping this most solemn of inevitabilities. That
two people would commit themselves to all of this hurt and
heartache in spite of this, all in the name of experiencing
genuine connection for even a moment, is all the proof I need
that madness exists, and it is awfully
beautiful.
Who we are is the grand culmination of everywhere we have been,
all we have achieved, and every life we have shared in and
touched – each passing day like another brushstroke on
the canvas. And if we live always with passion and heart,
someday we look back on our lives and see a work of art.
Sweet child, remember that even if you are quiet or shy your voice still has value and merit. In the symphony, even the softest flute plays a vital role amongst the thundering drums and blare of the trumpets.
We all have slow days, off days, days we feel tired or
uninspired, but they are nothing to concern yourself with. Like
the ocean, the stillness is just another of our natural states.
Soon, the winds will pick up, the waves will rise, and your
imagination will flow freely again.
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