A month ago I flooded my house with my tears. Drops of pain, frustration, disappointment and despair Fell down quietly on a silky dress.
I found no meaning in anything. Friends, art, children, school - lost their meaning totally. I truly did not have any reason to continue.
My Beloved Friend was watching a seven year's old female student searching again for the real meaning of her life.
after 6 days a realization came. Nothing is more important than having a constant relation to the higher in me. to my heart. This is the only thing that makes me happy.
"All loves should be simply stepping stones to the love of God" Plato
"In the relation between us [my friends] the light reveal itself." Kabbalah
