We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)
why do we get so awkward around expressing deep emotion. why are we embarrassed and resistant. what would happen if we softened into it, instead of criticized it. what would happen if we felt everything we felt, without an urge to suppress the emotions of ourselves or others. what if we believed in waves, instead of fear. what if we enjoyed being vulnerable. i think we would become a compassion that could change the world. what does it hurt to try. the next time you want to shrink, try love, to go loose, i will be trying too.
Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.