"To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance..." -Oscar Wilde

       I find it difficult to remember where it all started. To know when life became a struggle, when desire became greed, and where love became dependence. Its a difficult task to take on, trying to comprehend this world and its many faces. It is difficult to truly understand whether or not your view is remotely close to whats occurring. I've begun to see that viewing the world through your eyes is never enough. The millions of people that surround each tell a different story...a story of struggle, poverty, wealth, health, disability, anger, hatred, love, despair, and we only know of a fraction of its magnitude. We are swift to cast our judgement on the actions of others, we point fingers, blame ignorance.....all the while avidly practicing it. We forget to love oneself, therefore making it impossible to accept any other.