We have come too far to discover and rediscover our true selves hard on some soft on some others certain on some doubtful on some others unchangeable on some and flexible on some others If you are still filled with hatred try to love some more One could never love too much One always feels so distant from some true love from some true caring from some deep understanding from time to time if not always Until we find out what drives us what burns from within we would not know why to live what giving means what loving touches We better come fast enough to live ourselves before the darkness comes or perhaps we have gone so far and beyond the darkness of ourselves by surprises