Care

You never truly love a person, until you know them.

Strange how this concept is actually meant for the self, and not for others. Before you can even love another person, question yourself, where is this love from, who is this person giving this love of theirs, and why to this person, and not to another? Until we do so, we are but a shadow of our selves, incomplete and not understood. What a painful reality we relent ourselves to. Until we do so, our actions, our deeds, they have no constancy in them, no guiding principle that can be connected to our self. I guess in our youthful years, with so much on our plates, each demanding a portion of our limited attention, how can we even muster enough to find our selves. 

Priorities.

A friend asked, "Are we like a leaf, eventually turning brown and crumbling?"

"All that live must die," my friend.