
Love is not a commodity that you can just trade in the next corner market. It is an unrestricted state of being without expectation, justification or boundary. Love is existential, reflecting. Love is religion, a dream; it is everything!

Love is not a commodity that you can just trade in the next corner market. It is an unrestricted state of being without expectation, justification or boundary. Love is existential, reflecting. Love is religion, a dream; it is everything!

Forgiveness is not like peeling an orange on your kitchen counter but more like squeezing one. It is not a two way street where you hitch to catch a cocktail ride with the other person but one, yourself, where you learn to let go of the carousel of aches driving by. It is easy to say, “I forgave you” without cutting the tree from the root but it is by emptying the fruit basket that you learn to dust off the scraps. So, go ahead, take a chance, pick a tree and break free, start going, surround. Otherwise, you will find yourself back where you started, at that kitchen counter peeling off that orange.

Often times, some things are not worth the fight. Let go and be still. Breathe. Deflect the energy elsewhere to something worthwhile, on a clear post it note with an eye of a bat. Don’t elect to know what you don’t know or, when the end is or will be. The answer is not so easily tangible but prudent, when the worth becomes worthless and trivial, the not so settled picture on the wall. Mind you, you cannot change what is not meant to be, it is not up to you but yours to sit on the passenger seat and let be chauffeured.
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