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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