I don't understand how any of this works, but I'm willing to give it every second I can to try and understand, every breath I can possibly get.

But then what does it matter? Isn't it love? Hasn't it always been love? When you put love first I've seen everything else follow with grace.

But all there really is to know is that you aren't going to hold every answer, or perhaps any of them, you never will, and never should.

When you say what you feel (not what others want to hear)

when you follow your words with actions

when you give time freely, and take it cautiously

when you lead with love and never with spite 


These are things that matter. and I suppose it's not how much you know about anything or everything, it's the principles you learn and how you incorporate them into your being that brings respect, and love, and light, and depth

and when I close my eyes for the last time, that is still all that I will truly know. 



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