There is no anger or frustration in my present realization. I am thankful for the time I had to spend alone with my thoughts. Preparation is essential. The time shared with my thoughts allowed my understanding's progression.
In all of me, there is Love. As the same little boy referenced earlier, I had thoughts of Love. As an adult today, thoughts of Love remain. I encompass an unadulterated desire to Love and be Loved. My thoughts are driven from the mere premise. I write and share myself with the world in Love. Love sustains and remains. I have forever with my thoughts. We all do.
In this moment, I am interrupted by thought. If Love is the mere premise, who is the whisper of each thought? I write this as a reminder. The little boy is present. The adult understands. My thoughts are God's commands, and when void of Love, hate's misleading errands.