It is definitely not tangible. Otherwise we could push it away very easily because... we don't have the time, we don't want to, we're afraid of it...
"No, no," a friend recently said to me. "You have time for it. You want it too ;-) - and you're definitely not afraid of love.
You are afraid of the unknown. Of POSSIBLE pain."
Wow, that hit the spot!- but it's actually OK, right?
Yes, actually. But then again, not really? ;-)
Life is love. And not functioning, if I'm honest with myself.
The birth of my daughter is the best proof of this.
She is the best thing that has ever "happened" to me. With all the ups and downs: school, for example, was never really her thing:
When I woke her up on the second day of school in the morning, she looked at me with big eyes and said dryly:
"I have to go there again?!"
Me: "Yes, yesterday was your first day of school."
She: "I thought that meant ONE school day."
We - I say this deliberately - we mastered their school years.
And now that she is studying what makes sense for her ;-), everything is going smoothly and I know she is on her way. She is on track!
And she knows that whenever she needs me, I am there for her: to laugh as well as to cry, and we ALWAYS find a solution.