When we love, we are moved toward forgiveness. When we allow hate to take over, we begin to live for vengeance. If you dare to love and have felt the sting of betrayal, you could eventually justify a life of bitterness and cynicism. You might conclude, How could anyone blame me? If you’ve never found love, if you’ve never been loved, how can anyone expect you to live a life of love? After all, even the sincerest of us could eventually conclude that there is no such thing as love, that love is just a word for weakness. And most of us have been very, very weak.
