The true liberation, the true path to freedom, lay in the ability to forgive.
He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?
Because I don't have everything I want. Not even close.
Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.
Prince Kanta was crazy!
What is going on with you?" she says, shaking her head and pushing me away. "What's up with all the love and affection? I mean, you of all people, you of the eternal iPod-hoodie combo.