Nov 22, 2017
Because, sometimes, someone will stand up and do something intelligent and compassionate and brave, and *beautiful*, and I will remember that humanity is not a complete waste of flesh and oxygen. And I will try to find some sympathy for the more stupid people until I run out of energy for forgiving them again. Because it's hard, for me and for them, and for him. Because life is hard, and all we have is each other, and all he and we can do is keep finding the angelic part of ourselves, that messenger of our most *human* part, the part that can't stop *feeling* and can't stop *caring*.
