Life isn’t perfect, nor am I, nor are you, nor is He, nor is She. ⁠
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We run into rain storms. We gotta show up and try to give attention, to give love (but I repeat myself), to say “oh well” when we fuck up. ⁠
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If you read Things, my first book, there’s the Buddhist Notion of Love: the kitchen-sink reality of relationship, communication, loneliness. Any relationship isn’t dream, though it can be sweet: it’s real, and romance both—it’s all of that, or it’s nothing. ⁠
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As long as we’re mutually focused on waking up and trying and opening and working with our hearts and minds, our path wends forward. ⁠
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If we just give up or don’t care, that’s not relationship, and our path ends.