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You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. [Rainer Maria Rilke] The greatest trait to me is the ability to love selflessly. To expect nothing, yet to embrace another's existence with such intensity and awe that you tell them: "Do what you are capable of, you are powerful, you are a potential in progress." And it is difficult, most people fall short of it and subconsciously have personal interests or hopes, or expectations that would "pay off" for their investment. But to see another soul as a butterfly, and think, "This creature has to become, I just think the sight of its success would bring me to tears of awe." I've felt it. And it happens so subtle, so gentle, that you don't even realize it. Apart from parents, to find that sort of trait in another is insanely rare. My dad awes me in a strict yet gentle manner, he wants nothing for himself but devotes so much of his time during the day to my pursuits in life, making sure he's taken are of all the trifle things I don't need to worry about, so I can focus on essentially, the potential that I have to blossom. It's a feeling of ecstasy, and so easily do you fall in love with a soul that has no selfish interests.
"Milk, almonds and pistachios."
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