“A warrior feeds her body well. She trains it, works on it. Where she lacks knowledge, she studies. But above all, she must believe in her strength of will and purpose and heart and soul.”
Meanwhile in the foreground, this little lady is focusing on school (dean’s list, cum laude-status), work (gotta stay on top of finances, aint nobody taking away my hard earned privileges), fitness (been over weight most of my life, bullied about it, my body actually took a toll because of bad habits and now my body loves the way of how righteous i’ve been treating it in recent years), my personal art (get color theory down so I can finally execute concepts that are critical to the livelihood of man so damn good), reading (must finish dark tower series, must exercise retrieval of information part of my brain, must relearn a lot of my vocabulary, i’m too damn slow in the land of fast thinkers and speakers).
In the background, I love you. But imma be M.I.A. for a coooooool minute. C-YAAA!
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.