A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

Each day has a color, a smell.

Words are tricky. Sometimes you need them to bring out the hurt festering inside. If you don't, it turns gangrenous and kills you. . . . But sometimes words can break a feeling into pieces.

Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I'm afraid I didn't possess that.