The things we love
The things we love, aren’t always full of rainbows and butterflies. Yet we still love them.
Not despite the heaviness they might hold – but oftentimes *because* of it. Because nothing worth keeping is ever really effortless, and nothing easy truly allows for the emergence of so many levels of contentment.
The things we love will continue to have different sides and pieces that we might not always be willing to encounter. And so do the people we love. That doesn’t make us love them any less either.
