Who knows the Heart of a man or woman, but God and perhaps that man or woman?
Many things that look one way from the outside are anything but that on the inside.
Grief is the silent companion and something we all share at one point or another, like death and taxes.
What is most important is on the inside near to the Heart and many times, like it or not this does not always translate properly to the casual onlooker or with the briefest of glances.
Why say these things? Because one must be satisfied with the knowing in one's own Heart, and not always look to others for intrinsic support. It is nice when this happens, but like weather, it cannot be relied upon.
"Nothing unreal exists, and nothing Real can ever be threatened" -A Course in Miracles
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