You’re standing on a planet with molten lava at its core. Trees are turning sunlight into air you can breathe. Your heart is beating without you asking it to. There’s a moon in the sky and bugs that glow. This whole thing is absurdly beautiful. Don’t forget to notice it.
If you love someone remove them from the pedestal which imprisons them and denies the fullness of their humanity. Allow them to be imperfect and assure them that their so called imperfection is also a reflection of the divine.
guys with daughters love to say stuff like “becoming a girl dad has made me start looking at women as real human beings who deserve rights” and it’s like, that’s cool, but how exactly were you looking at women before?