Love begets love
Even when I was no more than a child, I liked writing.
When a notebook was over, I gave it to my father and he passed it on to his colleague from Palermo.
And he wrote a long letter sifting through my words, ferreting out my thoughts about life and extolling my perception.
But on my part I was sincerely befuddled to comprehend that such a plethora of meanings was concealed within my sentences. On the other hand, if someone did excavate them in my prose and laid them bare, there had to be a kernel of truth in that interpretation. And that’s precisely why my motivation soared.
I was reminded of this by thinking of the proverb ‘love begets love’, and I said to myself with a slight twinge of hope that in some occurences things might possibly be like this.
Good deeds may give back to us — in unpredictable ways — the offspring of the positive things we accomplished throughout life.
Life herself becomes grateful to us because we indirectly help her in her process of self-affirmation.
And likewise I believe in gratitude.
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