…fear of succumbing to the bully, of allowing him to redefine my space, my world, I am reminded that the street existed before the bully did. We were free before we were enslaved. We are born to love before we know pain.
Well, as we’ve seen already, focusing exclusively on distressing topics is soul-destroying. If we stopped doing anything else until immigration policy, atmospheric CO2 levels, and the governance of Syria were resolved, there’d be nobody tending gardens and parks, making music, or excelling in competitive sports. And who wants to live in a world like that?