contemplation
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He told me he loved me. I believed him. He told me he adored me. I adored him. He told me he wanted to keep me safe. I was hurt over and over. He said he was sorry. I believed him. He said he loved me. I thought I loved him. He said he could
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The way I see it is, we can use life’s challenges to make us soft or we can use them to make us hard. I think the world’s tendency is toward hardness. We’re given the impression that hardness equals protection, equals safety, equals “smart.” This makes sense in a lot of ways. The tortoise retreats
The Journey 