It's terrifying, that unconditional love you have for a child. I still wonder if she really came from me, from my womb. It's a miracle. I don't understand it. I live it very intensely.
No one is truly doing very well. One surely isn't here to do well. Surely we have another purpose: Perhaps to know who one is, to know that which makes us suffer and that which causes suffering for others; maybe to love someone... Perfection is the ability to admit imperfection.