In the presence of a baby I seem to lose all sadness. The pure love and trust that emanates from a tiny kitten or a rambunctious puppy melts my heart and makes everything right for me, at least for a moment.
It's not a matter of changing your heart to get back there. It's merely allowing it to return to its natural state.
Love is like oxygen. It's everywhere. Don't struggle for it. Here's what I read in the New York Times on Sunday:
Love people. Use things.
Yeah, the New York Times. The message is simple and it's everywhere. I love you.
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