Journal Entry, 6 February 2019
Sometimes my heart becomes hardened in such a subtle way that I don’t realize, setting up a sort of invisible shield. Shutting the world out and me in. Then a chance encounter cracks its fragile outer shell, letting in light and love out. And in an instant I can see—am reminded—that is all there is. The most important thing. To love one another, no matter what. It’s so simple and equally difficult. But remembering is the most difficult part of all.