Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living
alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its
yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason
you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are
here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken,
or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let
yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling
all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself
you tasted as many as you could.