If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone and sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.
One must learn to live. I practice every day. My biggest obstacle is I don't know who I am. I grope blindly. If anyone ever loves me as I am, I may dare at last to look at myself. For me, that possibility is fairly remote.