I don't know a lot about life. I haven't been so lucky to experience a connection like the one you describe. I guess that's the tradeoff we have to make. One that myself I historically have been too cowardly to make, a learned fear. When we love, we are vulnerable, and that means we are opening ourselves to pain, because every human knows deep down-- no matter how much they try to run from the truth-- that eventually everything here on Earth comes to an end. That's what makes it so special.

It is a beautiful defiance of humans that we continue to choose to live anyway, to love anyway. When disaster strikes, when we lose everything, when we are broken and down, when we can no longer walk and fall on our face, what else is there to do but to lay there for a while, roll over on your back and catch your breath? I wear my pain like a badge. It is proof of how deeply caring of an individual I am and how resilient, stubborn, and unrelenting to that cause.

"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being."