I used to think trying to love was the hardest thing. Now I know, trying not to love is harder.

It's something about life being hearthbreakingly beautiful
being open to all the pain and heartbreak of others
being painfully aware of the sadness we all carry as humans, and being happy anyway
risking disappointment just by thinking about something big
witnessing a sunrise and knowing we can't fully appreciate the awesomeness


its knowing grace
its knowing mercy


The weight of Love. The heft of Hope. The hardness of Pride. The burden of Faith. The cold of loneliness. The warmth from the light of Truth. Share.