I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.
It's so clear that you have to cherish everyone.
Nobody is as powerful as we make them out to be.
There is always a moment in any kind of struggle when one feels in full bloom. Vivid. Alive. One might be blown to bits in such a moment and still be at peace.
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
You can love yourself spiritually, physically-in almost any way that anybody else can.