the naïveté of youth and its hopeful ambition.
the heart is sincere, but the mind is fearful and limited and narrow, confident only in the potential for the best and the successful avoidance of the worst.
we make promises with dimly lit understanding, as it can only ever be.
sometimes i see a glimpse of that equally hopeful and equally fearful naïveté in others, and in couples, and i want to tell them that
all of life’s treasures
are buried under
that confidence in
our capacity to overcome trials
is far greater
than a paralyzing
fear of suffering.
i hint. i don’t say all that i want to say
because we learn
not from words
but from time.