mush...

love is always new. regardless of wether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. we simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. if we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. we have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

the moment we seek love, love begins to seek us.

and to save us.


taken from paulo coelhio's by the river i sat down and wept