Monday, 23 May 2016

I crave a world in which we admire each other and applaud each other.

Women more than men seem to know how to make others feel important, though at some point it can become a phony gesture. I want the genuine version of making each other feel the balm of significance.

In the end, though, you seem to stand with your feet in the river of life and you understand the river does not flow because it is loved. And you wish you were like the river. Or the sun. Or the yellow blossom of prickly pear cactus in May, just doing what they do, with or without applause. Or you try to clap for yourself. But the sound of just your own two hands clapping doesn't quite seem to be enough. Still you carry on. And that's what is ultimately important.

Carry on today. 

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