Anything That Means Anything At All

As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.