Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearnings. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to be swallowed up And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by a mango tree and listen to the mangoes falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
