This Is This

Without a doubt, the hardest thing about love is the feeling of helplessness in the face of suffering. It must be impossible to love everyone, because if you did, you would have the inhuman quality of being comfortable with being helpless in the face of everyone else’s misery.

You can’t love everyone. You can be kind. You can have a connection. You can have a profound acceptance of the way things are. You can maybe try to get along with everyone and get along on your way. But you can’t love everyone.

Jean Paul Sartre said to live each day with death on your shoulder. I agree, but also live with the possibility that today won’t be your time. I hate it when my kids have colds. I am sure I feel worse than them when they are ill, because while they know how bad they are feeling, I have no idea and we are both suffer and I am helpless.

I know I will die. I know they will die. I know that it’s possible that my great grandchildren will grow up in a world that I won’t know, and I know that these words will not help them understand that place any better than the people around them at the time.

And I know that one day, someone, somewhere will hit delete and get asked if they are sure before this page disappears forever.

But thanks for reading today.

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Rule Number One Of Being Me is of course:
Use this (points to head) before opening this (points to mouth).
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