on the outside I'm your friend, on the inside I count to ten
I genuinely believe that no one out there purposely wants to hurt anyone else, and that simple fact was key in helping me forgive anyone I ever felt did me any harm. We're just a very misunderstood, troubled group of people lumped together on this rock trying to be the very best version of ourselves we can be. Trying to make ourselves, and those around us who we value, happy. Sometimes we're right in our approach, other times we're not. No matter what the case is, I've learned much about patience, and I have an extremely hard time blaming anyone for the choices they make.
I know this is very out of character in relation to all the things I'd usually write about, but these last few weeks have left me with a really good feeling about my future, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for everything and everyone in my life. I think were I standing behind the veil of ignorance dictating what I wanted my life to be, I think I would have asked for mine down the last detail. I thought about how throughout all of human history, I am one of the statistically minimal number of people that doesn't have to directly worry about dying today or that can read, that can eat every single day and spend time with whoever they want. That I can literally do any fucking thing I want to that is physically possible, because I have plenty of calories and resources and mobility, and that in these petty little gifts, my life is unbelievably amazing even though I've done absolutely nothing to deserve it.
I know this is very out of character in relation to all the things I'd usually write about, but these last few weeks have left me with a really good feeling about my future, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for everything and everyone in my life. I think were I standing behind the veil of ignorance dictating what I wanted my life to be, I think I would have asked for mine down the last detail. I thought about how throughout all of human history, I am one of the statistically minimal number of people that doesn't have to directly worry about dying today or that can read, that can eat every single day and spend time with whoever they want. That I can literally do any fucking thing I want to that is physically possible, because I have plenty of calories and resources and mobility, and that in these petty little gifts, my life is unbelievably amazing even though I've done absolutely nothing to deserve it.