I'm back in Rome.
The other day as I was packing my things and trying to put back in their proper places the things that I have used these past two weeks, another wave of quiet pain hit me. Here I am again experiencing another goodbye. I thought of the other goodbyes I've had in my life. Not one was without pain, though the intensity varied.
Then the question hit me again: Is it worth investing one's heart or giving space to joy and delight, when we know that everything comes to an end? Wouldn't it be easier to just be detached?
Then one line from a movie came back to me: It doesn't seem like God put us on this earth to have it easy, but He did put us here to love one another.
I guess daring to love, knowing that our love will always be imperfect no matter how hard we try, is giving honour to God.
The other day as I was packing my things and trying to put back in their proper places the things that I have used these past two weeks, another wave of quiet pain hit me. Here I am again experiencing another goodbye. I thought of the other goodbyes I've had in my life. Not one was without pain, though the intensity varied.
Then the question hit me again: Is it worth investing one's heart or giving space to joy and delight, when we know that everything comes to an end? Wouldn't it be easier to just be detached?
Then one line from a movie came back to me: It doesn't seem like God put us on this earth to have it easy, but He did put us here to love one another.
I guess daring to love, knowing that our love will always be imperfect no matter how hard we try, is giving honour to God.
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