I don’t think.

I don’t think.
I don’t think people are bad. But they are. And they are good. So that’s where I am.
I don’t think that love should be hard and fast. Or easy and slow. I don’t think you always know where it could go. I don’t think it’s simple. Or impossible. I think it’s layers. And choices. And rare…really rare. And overwhelming. And life changing as it should be.
I don’t think we know much of anything about God. We know a little. But mostly, we don’t know a lot. By nature. It’s God. Think about it.
I don’t think people mean to hurt you. They mean where they place their attention and time. They mean their slight gestures that carry weight in your gut. But they don’t mean to hurt you. Sometimes they do mean to though. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they wish they hurt you more. Sometimes they don’t even think.
I don’t think people realize how much of who they are is on auto. I don’t think most people know how to work in manual. Just layers of influence they must choose to peel away. Or layers of walls they can’t seem to tear away.
I don’t think most people want it to be over when we die. But I think maybe there’s some comfort in thinking that. Those are people who have felt a lot of pain. I don’t want it to be over when I die. Just the pain.
I don’t think we’re meant to be a world of clones.
I don’t think we ever walk this world alone.
I don’t think in black and white. Just vibrance. Sometimes, though, vibrance is found in black and white. And I think that is brilliance.
I don’t think you know me. Or maybe some.
