I was reading a book a while back and it had several layers of insights about race, love and other sorts of mental tangibles. But this one point seemed so visceral; sometimes it takes a man (or woman) outside your immediate circle of associations to recognize the value of who you are as a person or woman. Perhaps, they are not bound by the same systemic effects of history in the same way or have an outlook shaped by the past in the same manner. This heightened awareness allows you to learn and view life and your surroundings with a more focused and enhanced vision through the perspective of someone else.
Love is the thing that makes you smile, knows when you need a hug, supports you when you need uplifting, is a calming force, an ally when needed, but more importantly a hand to hold in times good, bad, and otherwise. Love is not be feared. But we should fear never giving ourselves and truly loving.
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