I’m not going to expand on this. Instead I’ll leave it for you, the reader, to contemplate.
A few weeks ago I watched a movie who’s name escapes me. However, one line in that movie really hit home and I’ve been pondering the philosophical implications of it.
The gist of the sentimental statement was, "We are not defined by who loves us, but by who we love."
Personally, I think "definition" of ourselves either way is a stretch, but at least in ranking of importance… who we love is (or should be) more important than who loves us.
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