Reflecting on an intimate understanding of individual suffering.
This writing is dedicated to a dear friend, an indigo child, JH. A person, in my opinion, who has so much love without realizing it much. An individual that is seemingly peaceful. JH is a warmhearted friend, a loving son and an affectionate soul. The content of this writing is not about his shortfall (in the first place, I cannot even find anything negative about this special earthly angel) but more a reflection of his spiritually nurturing love. Thank You for the life lesson that you bring forth. May your life forward, JH be forever blessed.
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Often, when we think of love, the first thing that pops in our mind is struggle. One may further add the helpless feeling of hurt and illusion. As long as life goes on and we continue to live, Love to many could be like a bird often with a fractured wing. That, one can only have love after going through a series of ups and downs. That, one can only own love after going through rituals and acquiring its arts. Rarely we will think that love is the vehicle of growth.