There Is No Place Love Is Not.

There Is No Place Love Is Not.

Very Seldom Will A Person Give Up On Himself. He Continues To Have Hope Because He Knows He Has The Potential For Change. He Tries Again - Not Just To Exist, But To Bring About Those Changes In Himself That Will Make Life Worth Living. Yet People Are Very Quick To Give Up On Friends, And Especially On Their Spouses, To Declare Them Hopeless, And To Either Walk Away Or Do Nothing More Than Resign Themselves To A Bad Situation.

For Communication To Have Meaning It Must Have A Life. It Must Transcend "you And Me" And Become "us." If I Truly Communicate, I See In You A Life That Is Not Me And Partake Of It. And You See And Partake Of Me. In A Small Way We Then Grow Out Of Our Old Selves And Become Something New. To Have This Kind Of Sharing I Cannot Enter Into A Conversation Clutching Myself. I Must Enter Into It With Loose Boundaries. I Must Give Myself To The Relationship, And Be Willing To Be What Grows Out Of It.

If I Work Toward An End, Meantime I Am Confined To A Process.

I Sometimes React To Making A Mistake As If I Have Betrayed Myself. My Fear Of Making A Mistake Seems To Be Based On The Hidden Assumption That I Am Potentially Perfect And That If I Can Just Be Very Careful I Will Not Fall From Heaven. But A 'mistake' Is A Declaration Of The Way I Am, A Jolt To The Way I Intend, A Reminder I Am Not Dealing With The Facts. When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.