Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?
People who cannot feel punish those who do.
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.
I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.
Solitude is one thing and loneliness is another.
For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.