to my teacher

you are my teacher, how can I not love you? you are a window to myself. when I react to the distance you keep from me, your secretiveness, your distress, I ask myself: how do I keep distance in relationships? what about my secrets? in what ways do I distress myself?

thank you for the opportunity to look at myself. I do not always enjoy it. Sometimes it is ugly and painful, and I cry. I remember the great Thich Nhat Hanh, who reminds us how to remain thankful for the lessons in our lives: cultivate gratitude by appreciating something you might not otherwise count as a blessing.

peace, friends.

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