What are we doing?

I wish everyone could walk around every day knowing that they are loved. How would the world be different if everyone knew and believed and felt that they were loved? On a daily basis?

I wish I had known, believed and felt I was loved on a daily basis, but I did not. I lived in the dark. It was a terrible place to be and by hanging on to a glimmer of truth, I began to slowly edge my way out.