Fragments of November
We are rich only in the people we love. Those who make us laugh and support us, those who advise us and bring us back to what matters, those who see the invisible, sense the unspoken, and help us recognise our limits when that is the wisest choice. Our true wealth is them.
Listening is a virtue. Stepping aside, letting the other wander, letting their thoughts emerge. Offering words or silence so they can heal themselves. It is a gift, simple and essential.
Letting go is a virtue. We renounce things every day without noticing. But letting go of what we fought for, of what we believed essential, simply because we must that is difficult. That is noble.