Its not the quality of the written word, but the qualities of the person who wrote the world.

I think I finally figured that part out.

Everyone has their own flaws, but its these flaws that makes everyone perfect in their own little way. You see, the way I see it, everyone is like one piece of an incredibly large jigsaw puzzle. we're just one part of a beautiful picture. And there's always that one piece that fits perfectly, right beside it.

Flying high on an eagle's wings
I feel it come my way
A feeling not felt even by kings
A life has formed this day

Cheers
Healing Poet
PS. I'm concerned for you. hope you're ok. If not, hope you're coping well with it. So much more I wanna say, but nothing more I can.