The prologue of one of my most favorite books, #TheAlchemist, holds a thought about #love that is so profound & so perfect to me -- These words hit my ❤️ because this is how my brother loves. He sees the very best in me & gives me the faith & confidence in myself to go #allin as I go for it. He accepts the imperfect & reflects back the potential. It is a beautiful gift to be loved this way ✨ thank you, @swaggeringrascal ❤️🙏🦋🦁 "The Alchemist picked up a book that someone inthe caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages,he found a story about Narcissus.The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youthwho daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fellinto the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.But this was not how the author of the book ended thestory.He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of theForest appeared and found the lake, which had been freshwater, transformed into a lake of salty tears."Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked."I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied."Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," theysaid, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, youalone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.""But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked."Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses saidin wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt eachday to contemplate himself!!"The lake was silent for some time.Finally it said:"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissuswas beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beautyreflected.""What a lovely story," the alchemist thought."