Sometimes love just looks like a tree in the front yard that has a crappy strand of christmas lights dangling in the desert wind in the blistering heat of June.
Sometimes grief looks like the guy in front of who's driving too slowly for your liking because he can barely see through his tears. The driver who fails to punch the gas at the very moment the light turns green.
And sometimes, maybe more often than we realize giving up is disguised in those things we call being driven, failure the pursuit of success, and so on.
I have seen fear mistakenly called hate, and inquiry mistakenly labeled rebellion.
We shouldn't always expect that the symptoms of the hidden things of the heart will look the same in others as they do in ourselves, if we can be so introspective to recognize and acknowledge them.
Who knows what drives other people to do the things that they do when so often we may not be able to answer the same of ourselves.
That said, wouldn't everyone be better off if we could simply extend the benefit of the doubt to others, instead of instantly assuming the worst without even knowing?
How can we hope to make the world a better place in doing otherwise?
Be good to yourselves, but foremost be good to each other.
d (-_-) b
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