There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and
that is not to be able to give one's gift to those one loves most ...
The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy
burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow
of life were backed up.
This is precisely what is wrong with me. All my discontent comes from this poison, this burden of my energy turned inward. My gift must travel, or else it will die.