each of us brings our own bucket of pain; each of us runs the risk of pouring from that bucket
and shattering the safety nets of those we love; it is human nature
love is the arena in which we are least equipped to "succeed" yet it is the arena, too, in which we may find the greatest joy
love those you've loved, even after they have gone
there was a reason you loved them; it didn't go away
your bucket of pain, perhaps, just overflowed and washed away the core of how you loved them
this process runs both directions; their pain, their history, may have blinded them in ways they couldn't fully control
and their buckets may have flowed, unimpeded, towards you and washed away their love for you
if we could always stay at a high level, fully awake, our self-esteems fully secure
surely, we would; but that is not always possible
this is a hard one, I know -- a lesson with which many of us (me included) struggle; but it is a vital one, as well
forgive, love, move forward
not everything we do is 100 % "conscious"; forgive and live to love again