To Love Is To Risk Not Being

I Am Often Accused Of Being Childish. I Prefer To Interpret That As Child-like. I Still Get Wildly Enthusiastic About Little Things. I Tend To Exaggerate And Fantasize And Embellish. I Still Listen To Instinctual Urges. I Play With Leaves. I Skip Down The Street And Run Against The Wind. I Never Water My Garden Without Soaking Myself. It Has Been After Such Times Of Joy That I Have Achieved My Greatest Creativity And Produced My Best Work.

We Are Born For Love, But It Will Die If Not Nurtured.

But Man Has Other Needs As Well: Emotional Needs. These, Too, Are Few, But Every Bit As Important As His Physical Requirements, Yet Not So Simple. If They Aren't Met, They Can Be As Devastating As Physical Hunger, As Uncomfortable As A Lack Of Shelter, As Incapacitating As Thirst. The Frustration, Isolation And Anxiety Brought About By Unmet Emotional Needs Can, Like Physical Privation, Produce Death Or A Degree Of Living Death - Neurosis And Psychosis.

If You Don't Like The Scene You're In, If You're Unhappy, If You're Lonely, If You Don't Feel That Things Are Happening, Change Your Scene. Paint A New Backdrop.

Choose The Way Of Life. Choose The Way Of Love. Choose The Way Of Caring. Choose The Way Of Goodness. It's Up To You. It's Your Choice.