And Still…Rest.

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Love…that thing that eludes.

Love…that thing that runs in the other direction when approached.

Love…that thing that desperately wants to be captured, held, even squeezed as tightly as possible.

Is it love? Is it? Truly?

Is it validation?

Validation?

Validation.

Validation. To know that we matter.

Validation. To know that our presence here is important.

To know that we are very important to that someone. That someone in particular.

Dream, hope, pray…Dream, hope, pray.

Where? Where is ‘It’?

Come here! You demand.

Come here! You plead.

Come. Come. Come!

Still, ‘It’ hasn’t.

Still!

The plan?

Perhaps surrender. Perhaps still remain still.

Perhaps seek fulfilling work. Make a difference, but still.

Be creative, but still.

What else is left?

What else, but to rely on a plan bigger than yourself.

What else?

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