Notes from the road

If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And save us.

My heart told me that I was in love. And I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

p/s : this is for you. and i know you know who you are =)

cr - Coelho's