Thoughts on dealing with the mentally ill.
Sometimes, when those about us act crazy, or even hateful, we must remind ourselves that humans are machines, and machines break.
Machines break when misused, perhaps by other broken machines. We cannot always fix them, but we can perhaps break the cycle by not allowing ourselves to be broken in turn.
If a dog is rabid, if it runs mad in the street, I do not hate it. I do not blame it. But I must, and I will, shoot it even so.
Little brother, little sister, how did you fall so far from grace? What have you done with the wings I gave you? Take away your demons, and is there anything left of you?
I cannot fix you. You must fix you.
I wish you good fortune.
I wish you the good fortune that you will receive not what you desire, nor what you deserve, but what is good for you.
Machines break when misused, perhaps by other broken machines. We cannot always fix them, but we can perhaps break the cycle by not allowing ourselves to be broken in turn.
If a dog is rabid, if it runs mad in the street, I do not hate it. I do not blame it. But I must, and I will, shoot it even so.
Little brother, little sister, how did you fall so far from grace? What have you done with the wings I gave you? Take away your demons, and is there anything left of you?
I cannot fix you. You must fix you.
I wish you good fortune.
I wish you the good fortune that you will receive not what you desire, nor what you deserve, but what is good for you.