When we are young,
it’s the illusion of perfection that we fall in love with. . As we age,
it’s the humanness that we fall in love with- the poignant stories of overcoming, the depthful vulnerability of aging, the struggles that grew us in karmic stature, the way a soul shaped itself to accommodate its circumstances. . With less energy to hold up our armor,
we are revealed and,
in the revealing,
we call out to each other’s hearts. . Where before wounds turned us off,
they are now revealed as proof that God exists.
Where we once saw imperfect scars,
we now see evidence of a life fully lived.
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