The Weight of Being Who We Are

ABOUT THAT DOUBT: One thing I am certain of: I came to love, and everyone knows that loving is suffering. Therefore, I know that nothing can be simple. Ambivalences to infinity, on a seesaw that is neither straight nor has a fixed point. I can narrow myself, if necessary to give space to love, but I can also occupy an entire heart, even expelling its own owner. Everything still appears as absence. Everything disturbs me in these imperturbable things. You are rich, rich in all the misery that is not yours. But we don't ask for anything. What luck brought us from other stars to sprout, to know, to love, and to hurt? What bad luck propelled us through all the cracks? What second is this tha...View all