When we love someone our love becomes demonstrable or real only through our exertion - through the fact that for that someone (or for ourself) we take an extra step or walk an extra mile. Love is not effortless. To the contrary, love is effortful.

There is no virtue inherent in un-constructive suffering.

How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded.

There is no worse bitterness than to reach the end of your life and realized you have not lived.

We must be willing to fail and to appreciate the truth that often "Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.

How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded! Community requires the ability to expose our wounds and weaknesses to our fellow creatures. It also requires the ability to be affected by the wounds of others... But even more important is the love that arises among us when we share, both ways, our woundedness.

By far the most important form of attention we can give our loved ones is listening... True listening is love in action.