Whatever we water, grows. Perhaps it’s the choice of tears: tears of anger or bitterness, or tears of joy that we got to walk that path, feel those feelings. What we tend to grows. Blame, hatred, vengeance. Or, gratitude, hope, and openness. We all have love around us all the time, it’s only seeing the love of a partner as Real Love. This is always my challenge. If that’s the only love I recognize as love, then I will be poor indeed. Lovely as always.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store