Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
I was desperate to touch God because I had come to the conclusion that all flesh was grass, it was chasing after the wind, a vanity, here today and gone tomorrow. I needed to touch something that would last.