Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi.
one day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find
me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and
when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find
[spare_key ]
When I was small I never wanted to step in puddles. Not because of any fear of drowned worms or wet stockings; I was by and large a grubby child, with a blissful disregard for filth of any kind. It was because I couldn't bring myself to believe that that perfect smooth expanse was no more than a thin film of water over solid earth. I believed it was an opening into some unfathomable space. Sometimes, seeing the tiny ripples caused by my approach, I thought the puddle impossibly deep, a bottomless sea in which the lazy coil of tentacle and gleam of scale lay hidden, with the threat of huge bodies and sharp teeth adrift and silent in the far-down depths. And then, looking down into reflection, I would see my own round face and frizzled hair against a featureless blue sweep, and think instead that the puddle was the entrance to another sky. If I stepped in there, I would drop at once, and keep on falling, on and on, into blue space. The only time I would dare walk through a puddle was at twilight, when the evening stars came out. If I looked in the water and saw one lighted pinprick there, I could splash through unafraid-for if I should fall into the puddle and on into space, I could grab hold of the stars as I passed, and be safe. Even now, when I see a puddle in my path, my mind half halts-though my feet do not-then hurries on, with only the echo of the thought left behind.
What if, this time, you fall?
On the rainiest day of the year, I see you standing by yourself on my doorstep and without saying a word, I know that I’ve hurt you. I see the pain and confusion in your eyes and more visible in your spirit. “I’m sorry” is what I told you before I walked away. But the one thing you don’t know is that it’s killing me inside. It’s tearing me apart because I want to be with you. I want to feel your heart upon mine and I want your kisses, embraces, and love. I need you more than anything, but the worst part is that I won’t allow myself. My fear of being hurt has taken over and by trying to save myself from heartbreak, I’ve killed our perfect love, hurt you, and committed love suicide.
Let me tell you this:
If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before,and people continue to disappoint them. 
Every song has a CODA, a final movement.
Whether it fades out or crashes away. Everysong ends.
Is that any reason not to enjoy the music?
The truth is, there is nothing to be afraid of. It's just life.
Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you
I fear only God. I don’t fear any human. When you have that kind of spirit,
you can just do what you have to do. Let it roll.
Stevie Wonder
In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out.
It is then burst into flames by an encounter with another human being.
We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.
Albert Schweitzer.
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That's it. Have a good rest of the summer everyone.
