I've lived two lives plus the one I'm sharing with you.
The first life I spent most of the time thinking of how on earth could I make people love each other bringing down hates and prejudices; resoundingly failed.
The second life I spent most of the time thinking of how on earth could I make people depend on each other without the need of affection, without the need of love, nor passion, nor willingness, nor love again;
nosily failed.
The one I'm sharing with you I decided to stop thinking but making. Instead of thinking of people loving each other I make them feel the love they need; instead of thinking of people happily depending on each other I make them find their emotional needs into other beings.
Only one can let oneself go; only few can see hearts yet feel nonexistent, uncreated emotions.
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