Life will break you. Nobody can protect
you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you
with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are
here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed
up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or
death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples
falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you
tasted as many as you could.
Louise
Erdrich, "The Painted Drum".
Kv. 12 30, 2010 8:14 am
