If we can love then surely it be in us to un-love. If we so accurately choose pain then we surely have the power to choose fortune. We become our thoughts, the pain attaches to our spirits and soon after our auras are dimmed and tarnished.
I Decide. I decide to think of the apple delicious, it is thus delicious – and to him or her not so much. Equally I shall decide pain of the past to be triumphant. I am no longer there, it is not my present, but indeed was it a gift.
~Dear Sir, why do you hurt?
I hurt because the heart wants what it wants.
Dear Sir, do you think you are worthless?
Dear Sir, then I ask you why do you hurt?
I hurt because I want to be loved.
Dear Sir, is there no one that loves you at all?
Yes there is, but I want to be loved by a lover.
Dear Sir, your lover already loves you as you love them.
OK, but where are they?
Dear Sir, they are searching for you as you seek them. But do not seek them in Brothels and with Thieves. Wait for them where they patiently await you – your heart.~