To love is not to possess, to own or imprison, nor to lose one’s self in another. Love is to join and separate, to walk alone and together, to find a laughing freedom that lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally, to be able to be who we really are. No longer clinging in childish dependency, nor docilely living separate lives in silence.
It is to be perfectly one’s self and perfectly joined in permanent commitment to another–and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves, receding and returning gently or passionately, or moving lovingly like the tide. In the moon’s own predictable harmony, because finally, despite a child’s scars or an adult’s deepest wounds, they are openly free to be who they really are – and always secretly were. In the very core of their being where true and lasting love can alone abide.
Why make an account and save your favorite JewBelong stuff? Because someday Jack is going to get off his ass and pop the question and you’re going to get to plan that wedding you've been thinking about since third grade.
Because why use any of your precious brain cells to remember where you kept those great readings that you’ll use someday at Jeffrey’s B Mitzvah? Make an account, keep the readings there. Easy peasy. The only thing you’ll need to remember is your password, and from personal experience that’s hard enough.
Hey, can you watch the phones on Friday? We have a thing.