The failure to love can only be my bad. That's the way it's constructed. And in this respect it is not written that it's one man's job to make it easy for another to love him. But, still...
Imagine if suffering were real.
Imagine if those old people were afraid of death.
What if the midget or the girl with one arm
really felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would be
to live if some people were
alone and afraid all their lives.
~ Jack Gilbert, Monolithos