Great attitude and healthy way to approach this. Her's a thought that a dear friend sent me.
"My thought for today ...
Love, it's such a fragile thing. I think we live our lives assuming that certain people, like family, have an automatic responsibility to love us -- and vice versa. What I seem to be discovering is that ALL love has the potential to be: taken for granted, ignored, misunderstood, beaten, abused, not reciprocated. More simply, all love has the ability to die.
Some deaths may be chaotic and violent -- like when one plucks the rose bud from its stem and shreds the lovely, delicate, fragile petals to pieces and discards them as something soiled and useless.
Other deaths may be silent, calm, still, with the stench that only death can bring -- like the rose in the garden that's left un kept, unseen, forgotten, abandoned, to slowly, painfully, wither ... a lonely, agonizing death.
I am beginning to understand what this means ..."