I’m here to love me now... I’ve closed the door on him, and if he’s out in the cold, sick, sad and old, it was his conscious choice, not mine.
I could take some time, gaze into the night, into the earth, into the darkness... into myself, and not only see and receive what is there, but to trust it..
It takes two... This realization was known and placed somewhere in my being, but I had never had the emotional capacity to apply it to my own life.
We have the ability to light a torch for others should they find themselves someday wandering as we were -- tired, thirsty, disillusioned.
Please run as fast as you can from anyone who would rather you be nice over being real. That said, being real is not an excuse to clobber people!