My melancholy and my rational sides are constantly at war, two very potent forces, neither right nor wrong. And they tell me two very different versions of reality: that I am physically alone and that I am never truly alone. At this point, I admit that I don’t know which side to believe. But then again, maybe they are both right. In my quest to learn how to love deeply, I need to understand a harmony within these many contradicting realities. I believe there is a truce somewhere there; I just have to unlock it. And maybe in this harmony, I will find find the peace to let go of pride.. and even the wisdom to know how to love.
Deeply and amorously yours,