Are there any words good enough to comfort, to ease the pain that people important to me are going through?

How much of the other person's cross can I carry?


It crushes me to see people grieve, to see their hearts broken over and over again, to see the peace and joy that they once had, leave.

The source of pain, I think, in every human's life, is love.

But does it mean that when we are hurt, when we are crushed, when we are disappointed, that we stop loving? That we start to only have love for ourselves, and no one else, in order to avoid being hurt again?

How do we choose who we love? How, do we know if the person is worthy of our love?

What is love?

I have seen people love in so many ways.

Some, give gifts. Others, speak words of affection. Many, through actions.
Continuous perseverance, endless prayers for the person.

But when the love is reciprocated with hate, or contempt, is there room for forgiveness?


Everything said, though, love, in its imperfection, is what keeps us alive.

The leap of joy, the mushy squeezed sensation, the 'fullness' the heart cannot contain, the dagger of pain, the continuous bleeding after, and the wound which never heals.

All these, makes us human.