I am reminded of a quote from Anton Chekhov, “Any idiot can face a crisis. It’s the day to day living that wears you out.” The sadness of not seeing and sharing life with loved ones wears me out. Their concern to keep me safe brings contentment.

My dear brother sent me an email because he knows my shadow side is anger. It isn’t deep or philosophical but it gets me through some rough patches. ” Sometimes, the first step toward forgiveness is realizing that the other person was born an idiot.” Hope this helps!