Too many choices means more chances of missing out on something. Fewer choices means fewer chances of missing out on something. This is the paradox of choice.
God, please help me hear my own advice, for I sometimes forget to see myself.
How can a lover call himself a lover if his love is tarred with fear, doubt and caution?! What of this love if it is repressed and suppressed? Let loose and be free! Not free to run away from love, but to delve right into it!!