I hate what it means to be human. At least by today’s definition. Freedom doesn’t exist anymore because we all feel entitled to so much more. As civility crawls out the window another child takes their last breath. They cite the things we want to hear. The things that make our blood boil. We thought we found our ally. Wait is that a bullet in my back?
Each and every one of us had our finger on that trigger before those shots actually rang out. We have this underlying desire to kill off anybody who is different than us. Anybody who dares to live in their own true authenticity we feel threatened. Pull yourself in again.
The biggest fear I have in this life is death. It is the not knowing what is coming that makes me shake right down to my core. I also feel that maybe it can’t be too bad. There are so many of us that have made that journey and every single one of us will get there one day. It is hard to feel happy or sad in those terms. It makes me appreciate the moments that I have here but also excited for what is about to come. I appreciate my existence surrounded by so much life
Speaking from experience there is no faster way to connect with a stranger than to hold them in your arms and absorb some of their pain.