They can pretend to have achieved happiness on their own (inevitably narrow) terms, or they can try to cloud their perspective with apathy, narcissist self-indulgence, or cynical resignation.
Still, the heart does not die.
It wakes up again, sooner or later, and wells up with longing and with that insatiable thirst that dries up every illusion.
It wakes up again, sooner or later, and wells up with longing and with that insatiable thirst that dries up every illusion.
The One who sustains you every moment in your life is drawing your heart.
