sunday morning, stevie wonder
In The Art of Loving, Fromm writes, “There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet, which fails so regularly, as love."
I look every day at people walking around San Francisco and often I think, "A lot of these people are lonely. Some of them have nobody to go home to, if they have a home to go home to at all. Sure, they may deserve love, but deserve has nothing to do with it, in the end. There are things we can do, ways we can choose to live, but in the end, there are no guarantees.”
But still, we must hope. I must hope. I must believe in it. Someone said to me recently in an email, “Love is important, no matter what. Whether you ‘get it’ or not. Like, even if I never find it, I will remain true to it. Because it helps me live. It’s a compass.” I believe that it’s worth believing in, no matter what.

“Shattered dreams, worthless years,
Here am I encased inside a hollow shell,
Life began, then was done,
Now I stare into a cold and empty well
The many sounds that meet our ears
the sights our eyes behold,
Will open up our merging hearts,
And feed our empty souls
I believe when I fall in love with you it will be forever,
I believe when I fall in love this time it will be forever
Without despair we will share,
And the joys of caring will not be replaced,
What has been must never end
And with the strength we have won’t be erased
When the truths of love are planted firm,
They won’t be hard to find,
And the words of love I speak to you
will echo in your mind
I believe when I fall in love with you it will be forever.
I believe when I fall in love this time it will be forever.”