To young souls....and old souls...

To young souls, Victorio, there are good folks and bad folks.


To mature souls there are only good folks, though some do bad things.

And old souls, only see themselves.

I see you,
The Universe

And they love, love, love, Victorio.

it's easier to accept others, than to change them

Actually, Victorio, it's easier to accept others, than to change them.


It's wiser to understand them, than to get angry.

And most of the time, it's more fun to love 'em, than to leave 'em.

Your call,

The Universe
 
Loving you, Victorio, on a WEDNESDAY... Sweet!

Everything you give you get back, times seven

Everything you give, Victorio, you get back, times seven.


Plus, what you give, grows, times seven.

Plus plus, there's a little known intergalactic algorithm that states whenever love is added to the giving, a awesomely fabulous dream house draws ever closer to the giver. Whoa!

I give it all to you,
The Universe
 
Victorio, you simply can't give too much.

You deserve all the love

You deserve all the love, Victorio, in the world.


Done.

Helps to have connections,
The Universe

Just a small perk, Victorio, for sharing all the love in you. I notice these things, you know.

Dare not wish to change even the slightest thing about a loved one

Dare not wish to change even the slightest thing about a loved one, Victorio, without first understanding how it might change the rest of them.


Keep your eye on the ball,
The Universe

Besides, if the big picture is rocking you, Victorio, why make a fuss over a few splots? Splots is now a word. Literally, as in now now.

Be the LOVE!

Be the love, Victorio, you wish to see in the world.


Turn it up,
The Universe

El amor, Victorio.

Those who achieve great things, defeat long odds, and...

Those who achieve great things, defeat long odds, and become legends, Victorio, didn't have anything you don't have.


They just kept showing up, expecting a miracle, long after everyone else got practical.

Here comes one now...!
The Universe

And, oh, we love when that happens, Victorio. Great excuse for a rainbow, a snow day, or a shooting star....

Love is...

Love is a game that two can play and both win. – Eva Gabor, 1919-1995,

Some laugh, some cry, and some laugh until they cry.

When people see, for the first time, how everyone else on the planet is just another version of themselves - the same spark of God except for the pressures and desires unique to each life - some laugh, some cry, and some laugh until they cry.

May you live your life, Victorio, so that when this day dawns for you, you're among those who laugh and laugh and laugh.

Tallyho, ho, ho -
The Universe

Now think about it, Victorio. Why would they laugh? Yeah, because they discovered that their profuse love for others turned out to be a profuse love for their own supercoolhappyselves.

Every day someone new falls in love with you.

Every day, Victorio, someone new falls in love with you.


Sometimes many more.

You can't deny it,
The Universe

You've got that "it" quality, Victorio... probably from me.

for every single time you ever fell in love

Thanks, Victorio, for every single time you ever fell in love.

Whether or not it was obvious. Whether or not it lasted. And whether or not you were loved back.

It changed everything.

You changer,
The Universe

Actually, Victorio, you're always loved back....

It's not unreturned love...

Received: Today

It's not unreturned love, from a certain someone, that hurts, Victorio. It's just that sometimes the "thing" you're focusing on, keeps you from feeling all the love that others are sending you.
Especially me, me, me -
The Universe

In other words, Victorio, the more it seems that "love" hurts, the more you can be sure it's something else.