We never feel grief when we lose something that we have alowed to be free, that we have never attempted to possess. Grief is a sign that I made my happiness depend on this thing or person, at least to some extent.
Where there is love there are no demands, no expectations, no dependency. I do not demand that you make me happy; my happiness does not lie in you: if you were to leave me, I will not feel sorry for myself; I enjoy your company immensly, but I do not cling.
Loneliness is not cured by human company. Loneliness is cured by contact with reality. Oh, I have so much to say about that.
Awareness, Anhony De Mello
8.10.2006
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