Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
Tag: <span>Humanity</span>
One could, without exaggeration, jokingly or seriously say that humans have conspired in their intelligence to extinguish the human race. Too sarcastic? Too exaggerated or even too conspiratorial? Perhaps not look at us! I don’t like to use the word stupid, yet, while writing this, it seems the perfect word choice.
“The only thing crueler than a cage sosmall that a bird can’t fly is a cage solarge that a bird thinks it can fly.”― Caroline Kepnes, “You”
I want to take your hand and tell you it all will be alright. No worries, he will come back to you and you won’t be alone. And if you stay alone, please know we won’t care. Please stop worrying, the child you just started carrying might be severely disabled, but it will still be able to breathe -with the help of machines.
This is not my first rodeo, nor will it be the last, but perhaps one of the hardest. After seventeen years, we will go for a ride to the Veterinarians’ office tomorrow, and we will come back home alone. My friend, the wonderful, crazy, mischievous, loyal, breakout artist, will not be with us anymore, and just thinking about it hurts. The pain only love can create. I can feel tears building up, and quickly I remind myself how lucky we have been to have him for so long.
Six humans trapped by happenstance
In bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the story’s told
no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
A blogger I have never met and hardly know, made me cry. Silent, happy tears rolled down my cheeks. My heart was overflowing with gratitude, my mind puzzled by the kindness of a stranger. Sometimes it’s not just the gift itself, but the thought that counts.
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
In 9th grade, after reading about Joan of Arc, we watched Carl Dreyer’s 1928 The Passion of Joan of Arc, a French silent historical film. Some of the girls in our girl’s only boarding school were quickly bored, and continued to look at the teenage magazines they had smuggled into the auditorium, the rest of us were mesmerized by the screen.