The longer I think about it, the more I see that the history of our life is only partly shaped by events. It is much more our reaction to those events that is the shaping factor. Practically, there are no limits here to our creativity and imagination. The imagination of love.
Love can create a masterpiece even our of a disaster. It can change a blunder into a joke, it can disarm anger with a cuddle, it can stop us from despair with the hope that we’ll do it.
Everything is in our hands. Even if we sometimes make big ink blots on our lines.
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