When we see people do strange things we find excuses for them.
We don’t know their situation or reason so we cannot judge.
Sometimes it gets tiring coming up with excuses for people.
So we keep silent and turn away.
Knowing with the mind is different from knowing with the heart.
The former is much easier.
Knowing with the heart is tricky.
It’s happily not looking down at all, knowing full well someone will catch you.
Life isn’t difficult.
Life is beautiful.
People can be more beautiful than life.
Love cannot be described.
It has to be felt, down through to the bones.
Once felt it is never forgotten.
If it is authentic, pure and selfless, it will never, ever die.
Hope merely flutters from the hearts that have given up, to the hearts that are still pumping with life.
It is the physical heart.
It is also the spiritual heart.
One can live whilst the other is dead.
Best if both are alive.