Nobody can protect you from that,
and living alone won't either,
for solitude will also break you
with its yearning.
You have to love.
You have to feel.
It is the reason you are here on earth.
You are here to risk your heart.
You are here to be swallowed up.
And when it happens
that you are broken,
or death brushes near,
let yourself sit by an apple tree
and listen to the apples
falling all around you
wasting their sweetness.
Tell yourself you tasted
as you could.
picture taken at the Pinery...the beach is my apple tree in life