I doubt there is much on this earth that isn’t habit-forming including abuse and neglect. We can grow to believe, in losing our way and mostly our context, that love is some distorted maladaptive behavior mostly because we have nothing by which to compare.

But what great joy it is when our world is righted and the rabbit hole closes in on itself.

I am above ground and the sun is on my face.

Life is good. Friends are sweet, new and old. Truth is a glorious thing.

I am so deeply thankful for my life, right now, right here.

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