Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Teaching ourselves to love is a delicate art that is based in imagination. There are many types of love in this world and if we are lucky as well as brave, we will allow ourselves to experience the nothingness that becomes formulated into the somethingness which gives us the shape and definition of being human. Our unhappiness is the consequence of our actions, and our actions are the consequence of our choice… We only think we are thirsting for love, for the truth of the matter is, what we do takes us further away. Once we experience our own humanity and therefore our own vanity, only then will we experience true freedom. Our purpose on earth is not to manipulate things, but to meet each other in living encounters. To see ourselves within the other. The time we have is barely long enough to learn how to love one another, and no one can learn this for us. No matter how we may search outside ourselves for the he or she who will save us from the burden of our freedom, no matter where we travel in our searching, if the message we find in the other is authentic, it will send us right back to ourselves. Tonight I got lost and found myself among the stars.
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