The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
Bodibeng joa mohlomola,
Moo ke neng ke tebile,
Ha ke se ke ea timela,
Jesu, u n'u nkhopole;
Ua hlaha, ua ntutubolla,
Ka tsota dintle tsa hao,
Ka tseba le ho nyakalla,
Hoba ke bone mohau. 🙏🏽
-Lifela Tsa Sione no. 99