When I was younger, I didn’t know much but I felt sure about many things about life, meaning, and love. Then, the more I learned, the more I couldn’t understand. There were so many contrasting viewpoints and I couldn’t make sense if them. I found out how complicated people are – including myself. Now, I look back at all of my questions and my search for love and I feel a love for myself, but also a deep pain. Nostalgia. It seems we all learn to love too late. We learn to live after life has past us by. But I hope one day to look at myself and everything in my past and smile – with a simple love and acceptance. I’m finding it hard to do.