"I'm as strong as a thousand armies. I'm as soft as a long-stemmed rose."Social Distortion
It's one of my least favourite ironies that deep, heartfelt affection, agape, seems often mistaken for weakness, for pliability.
This kind of love is lacking around us, and often I wonder if many people would know what to "do" with it if they "had" it. Love can become a possession to some, and then something taken for granted. Once deemed as possessed, it then runs the risk of becoming trivial, and that underscores the potency of love.
In those moments, I sometimes find it's tempting to harden the heart, but how counterproductive that would be.
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