This is my first thoughts on this book soon after reading it…..
Sacrifice… You make one. I make one. We all make them. Sometimes we become angry over our sacrifices.We keep thinking about what we’ve lost.
We don’t get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s suppose to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices.
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, your not really losing it. you’re just passing it on to someone else.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. hatred is a curved sharp blade, and the harm we do, we do ourselves. We; must forgive in order for the pain to end.
Lost love is still love. it takes a different form, when you can’t see or touch a person… when those senses are weaken, another heightens! Memory, memory becomes your partner, you nurture it. you hold it. you dance with it….. When life ends…. Love dose not…….