It is entirely too frightening how unloved and worthless one can feel at certain times in life; even (and maybe especially) one who has been shown a great deal of love and praise. The failure to be understood by others can seem like a calamity in the social life of the deep thinker.
Since I plainly cannot cease thinking deeply, I must have some way of mending such self-condemnation. And sure, sometimes more deep thinking and rationality can help, but nothing seems more powerful than being shown love - or merely being reminded that I am loved.
No words are powerful enough to sufficiently express the love that I have for my family. It is because of their excellence that I have reason to be happy.
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