Here is a lovely poem that I stumbled on one day by Celia a bilingual poet... There once was a person named Giving. And Giving gave way too much because they loved people deeply. But nobody treated them as such. Giving started to feel empty. Giving had little left to give. And Giving started to feel like they would never fully live. Giving met Taking. But Giving didn’t know how to let go. And Giving lost everything, but never really let it show. Taking eventually left— taking everything it could. And Taking never looked back, even when Giving hoped that they would. Giving sat down at a bench, where now Giving met Time. And Time told Giving, “Everything’s gonna be just fine.” Giving sat there for a while, waiting for someone new. And Giving started to wonder if someone was waiting for them, too. Giving eventually stood up. They walked around the block, where Giving saw somebody who was sitting next to a clock. Giving knew Time, but they didn’t want to interrupt to greet. So Giving kept walking as someone stood from their seat. Giving wondered about them— but Giving was afraid. Because Giving had always given, but that love had never stayed. But Committing wasn’t afraid. And Committing knew how to give. So Committing ran up to Giving and taught them how to forgive. Committing met Giving and introduced them to Receiving. And Giving became so abundant— they forgot they ever knew Leaving.