I had a brief thought tonight that
truth is always good.
That honesty is a virtue,
but sometimes silence is best.
I'm still learning to hold certain things in.
I'm still learning to bite my tongue.
I stumbled upon this a few moments later...
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person- without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.
Some nights, I'm not so sure.
I believe in the nudge of unseen hands.