Aug 15, 2009 16:36
I've just been out in the garden to help my dad a little. Now I sit here and think about it, and it seems that in this one hour of helping him I have achieved more than in the whole rest of the day up to that hour.
Thoughts are important, but actions are the truly necessary bit of life. It seems to me as if a curious mind can be betrayed by lusting for thoughts.
The real important things in my life, were not those of thoughts. My baptism. Kissing Monique the first time. Reading Indira's first email. Being with Reiny on the day before he died.
Talking of Reiny, I miss him, badly. He was the kind of guy you just have to love. He had his flaws too, but provided we can love then even our faults are beautiful.
That's love's only condition: you must love too. Don't loiter in the grey area between love and hate, where you are safe from the agony of hatred but also where indifference grows and where sometimes greater evil is produced than in the realms of hatred.