Love is the only house big enough for all the pain in the world. It’s true. There are people on here with addictions, suicidal/homicidal thoughts, serious illnesses, and on and on. What is missing from their lives is love. Love for oneself. It is so important, yet so hard to come by. I take time off to hide from the world. To hide from my job where people say mean things to me about my appearance. I take time off to gather my strength. The truth is each and every single person is unique, and they bring something special to this world. That is their soul. Nobody can touch your soul. It was born into you permanent just as the color of your eyes or the loops in your fingerprint. It is your thoughts- but maybe not always. It is your actions- but maybe not always. It is the path that you know is best for you. It’s the way you love others. It’s the way you wish to be treated that you treat others. What I am offering you now is a part of my soul in hopes to ease your troubled minds. If you will not give this any thought or time of day- do you give yourself thought or time of day? Who is it that stole your love from you? Why? What makes that person/those people so important? What gives them such credibility- other than the fact that they love themselves too much or hate others just enough? Don’t you know that those who are truly happy offer it up to the world? Together we stand tall. If you free your mind you never see the walls.