Those of you who have taken the Journey and come back must struggle with the lack of
love in this world. I do not know you. Nor your actions with others. I cannot rightfully project my own experiences--deep personal loss, the years of living by
grit and in survival mode--then to look around and simply seek to care, to delight, to love those who crossed my day. It took me from bitterness/despair into renewed
energy, sometimes a quiet delight. I apologize to you. I believe in love, love between a man and a woman, but so often it doesn't achieve its possibilities or time/circumstances short circuit when it could have been the right thing.