The winner is the one who gives all of themselves away to others first.
Acting piously without being pious is the darkest hypocrisy, underlying our resentment of others, and our own self-loathing.
From a high wall, you look down on others broken. Whence fell they?
It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.