Rantings of a freelance writer for tv. Started in a fit of unemployment-induced itchy fingers.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Art of Loving
We keep forgetting that we have an infinite capacity to love. Love that is separate from lust, infatuation, vanity, codependency or guilt.
Love of the simple kind, the kind we have an unending supply of.
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