I cannot let this happen.
You're a mountain, that I'd like to climb.
Not to conquer but to share in the view.
You're a bonfire and I'm gathered 'round you.
Set this old black heart inertia aflame.
"Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering."-- Don Miguel Ruiz
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."