Every person has their individual struggles. Every identity has some baggage tied to it. No amount of “shut up and listen to me because I have it worse” will fix anything. Please, for the love of god, be good to each other. Listen to each other. Offer generosity and compassion.
nwor how life is supposed to be lived.nhat it might throw in my face,
nor can I understand what really life is about,
nor can I see or realize the sacrifices you make,
or can I feel the disappointment on your face,
I can't see my setbacks,
Before I could ask him anything he had started off down the road towards school and I was left standing in the rain surrounded by a hue of green. I’d seen him around before, he was in my year, but other than that I didn’t really know him.
cWautious then curious, knocked to see if one was home.earm light flickered in the windows,
sncloaked by oak branches.
Iturdy and strong,
ventured out to find a river and found instead a house,