Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

What oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life.

The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one’s relationship has a glowing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvellous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident.

Ok, dat's yr opinion on love.

The way forward is with clear sight, a focused approach and pushed along with a burning passion of hope.

Y u say dat love doesn't exist?

Late for Breakfast:

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

It was well healed so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such hurry. The gentleman told me no and that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?” He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me but I still know who she is.” I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm and thought, “That this is the kind of love I want in my life.”

True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be. The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of
everything, they just make the best of everything that comes along their way. Peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.

MAY TRUE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE ALWAYS RUN FREE ON THE WIND.

HAPPY WEEKEND AND WEEK AHEAD!

Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.

HAPPY WEEKEND AND WEEK AHEAD.

Am fine, tc.