Here's a sigh to those who love me. Here's a smile to those who hate me.

A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

Everyone knows how to love,
because we are all born with that gift.
Some people have a natural talent for it,
but the majority of us have to re-learn,
to remember how to love,
and everyone, without exception,
needs to burn on the bonfire of past emotions,
to relive certains joys and griefs,
certains ups and downs,
until they can see the connecting thread that exists
behind each new encounter;

because there is a connecting thread.