How were we to know that our love would be self-destructive?
I'm tired of thinking that I have done something wrong. I have done nothing wrong.
I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done wrong.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. — Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
A meditation on Bodhicitta, the Buddhist practice of unconditional, equanimous love and kindness.
You and I, together forever... if there is such a thing.
I'm letting my fandom roots show with this poem. Weiss Schnee of RWBY is a character with a tragic childhood and an abusive, gaslighting father.
Even though most people won't understand what I mean when I say the words, this is the kindest, most elegant way I can summarize my life before I finally broke free from the narcissism and corruption of my former family.