If someone comes to you with a gift, and you do not accept it, who does the gift belong to? - asked the Samurai.
If only everyone could know and live with their inner craziness. Would the world be a worse place for it? No, people would be fairer and happier.
Then learn something. At this moment, many people have stopped living. They do not become angry, nor cry out; they merely wait for time to pass. They did not accept the challenges of life, so life no longer challenges them. You are running that same risk; react, face life, but do not stop living.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world. Everything depended on one word: Maktub.
Love is patience. That is how Love normally behaves: it waits calmly, unhurriedly, knowing that at some point, it will show itself. Love is ready to do its work at the right moment, but it waits calmly and meekly. Love is patient. It can bear all things. It believes all things. It hopes for all things. Because Love understands.