"Troubles are part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough." - Dinah Shore

I find it strange that it's frequently--if not always--the ones whom we love the most, we 1) hurt the most; 2) keep worrying things from the most.

My taekwondo instructor preferred using me as his listening board, than telling his wife about his problems. And when I asked him why, he said he didn't want to worry her: his loved one.

We always don't want the ones we love to worry about us, because we see no point in that. On the other side, they want to know about our problems because they love us. See the irony there?

But then, Dinah Shore is right. If we claim to love someone fully, we cannot say that we love merely his (generic term) good points, because no one is made up only of his good aspects, only. We've all got our negativities, our foibles, our idiosyncrasies. To share one portion, one aspect, we have to share all, to be able to learn.

I guess the main thing is about balance here: one can't overtake, nor should he over-hide things. Or else, his loved one merely loves an aspect of himself, a twisted version, a version created in the other's image.

And...I guess I have to learn that, too.