The main thing in life is love. It’s easy to love the dead as a good memory. It’s more difficult to love the living - you need to find time for them, put up with their strangeness, try not to offend, give them not something that we don’t mind giving, but exactly what they want, ask for forgiveness in quarrels, even if they are to blame - for the sake of being able to stay relatives, loved ones. Love requires constant effort. But there is no other way. In the end, without love, everything loses its meaning.
YOU ARE READING
Me To Myself
Non-FictionThis is short explaination to the what my friend ask from me. i am here to explore the Journey to myself. so let's start the story full of Mysteries of the deep jungle. 😂
