I’ve always been lucky with good people. Each one of them placed an important piece of the mosaic into that unfinished picture of the world I’d been drawing. Each one brought in what I specifically lacked. Each one taught me something. In a sense, I am the result of their efforts—their pale shadow.
Time passes, and life speeds up unacceptably, kindly leaving near me the closest, the most important—those who love and are merciful. They don’t need anything explained; with them you don’t have to be afraid to be weak or foolish. You don’t have to justify yourself in front of them—they forgave me the day before my birthday, without conditions and forever.
So everything I have in my soul right now is gratitude and love. Gratitude and love.