Hope likes justification, but can do without.
At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.
I like what I do for a living. I also like NOT doing it--perhaps even more.
I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
Love sorrows are addictive as other sorrows are not.
Beggars remind us that not all miseries arise from our ideas.