I am a very emotional and sensitive person, and honestly, I am proud of that. Whatever I do, I think and do from my heart and have absolutely no regrets about that. I believe that life is too short and everyone should try to spend as much time as possible with their loved ones.
Our culture places so much value on external accomplishments, appearance, and self-aggrandizement—all things that are ephemeral at best—that even a small display of this quiet virtue can make one feel like a drowning man coming up for air. Yet why can it be so challenging for us to express humility? Is it because we often misinterpret its active demonstration to be a sign of weakness, when in actuality it is an indication of tremendous inner strength?
Loving someone and being in love are poles apart.