Letters to a Young Poet

It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being, this perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation.

And one more thing: Don't think that the great love which was once warranted to you when you were a young boy, has been lost; how can you know whether vast and generous wishes didn't ripen in you at that time, and purposes by which you are still living today? I believe that love remains strong and deep in your memory because it was your first deep aloneness and the first inner work that you did on your life.

i can't stand to think about a heart so big it hurts like hell

How can the most important, most fundamental part of yourself also be your biggest weakness, your biggest downfall? Maybe that's the catch - learning to harness, to balance its strength against its vulnerability.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

I hate my heart today.