to men and women alike your age just a number if you love the person for who they are what they are and respect there beliefs and accept them for who they are you love them in short love is all you need in a relationship and throw your age out the proverbial window.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be incompleteness in absence.
Tolerance is prerogative of humanity. In my view, when we think that ours is the only true path to righteousness, we inadvertently force ourselves to judging others with our own yardstick, and walking in the territory of arrogance. Interestingly, the roads that lead to righteousness and arrogance though seem to run in parallel, may intersect each other at several points in our lives. We cannot differentiate between these two roads easily, unless we understand that the road to righteousness is paved with the love of humanity, while the road to arrogance is paved with the love of self. Being tolerant to various beliefs, colors, cultures, races, genders, sexual orientations, and ethnicities etc has become extremely important in the world filled with discrimination, prejudice, and supremacy etc. As the French Philosopher Voltaire said it correctly "La tolérance, c'est l'apanage de l'humanité" - i.e. Tolerance is prerogative of humanity. We believe that Tolerance will surely make our world a better place.
Total self-esteem requires total and unconditional acceptance of yourself. You are a unique and worthy individual, regardless of your mistakes, defeats and failures, despite what others may think, say or feel about you or your behavior. If you truly accept and love yourself, you won't have a driving need for attention and approval. Self-esteem is a genuine love of self. Stop all adverse value judging of yourself. Stop accepting the adverse value judgments of others. Purge yourself of all condemnation, shame, blame, guilt & remorse.
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, 'Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.' We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance.
Whatever meaning 'Annie's Song' had for me on a personal level, there was also a larger context. It could just as easily have been about love for a brother. Or a father. Or a friend. It could just as easily have been a prayer.