Come. Sit quietly. Sip your coffee with an easy mind. Take leave from all your work and worries for a while. Let the coffee's steam carry away all past failures.
How old are you, really? Why all this anxiety? What have you lost that you must carry with you? Life still lies ahead!
No, I don't expect brilliant conversation from you. I'm not laying down conditions that everything must be said just right. I have no desire whatsoever to analyze every gesture of yours and pass judgment on you. I'm not a judge—I'm a friend.
You know what this world is like? Murky and tiresome, yet deep all at once. The world is still livable. Where else would people go on living? Just sit before me and talk for twenty-five minutes. You'll see—it feels good.
Where it feels good, there love is.
So much sunlight today. In this bright day with bright spirits, come sit face to face and let's talk. Come, let's hear sorrows, speak sorrows. Come, not in pretense, not in rivalry—let us two bind each other in forgiveness and tenderness, accepting all our limits.