May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?

I hold space for people who sin differently from me. I'm not, like, "My sins are better than yours", or, "My sins are more acceptable than your sins." It's ridiculous how we favour our own sins while we all dance with different demons. We are afraid of another's demons when we ourselves have our own. So, I hold space in me for those who sin differently from me, because it is those imperfections in their own stories which have painted them the colours that are their own. The same way I have been painted in my colours, they have been painted in theirs.