Apathy will be the death of us. I think it's just make sense a lot when you are too use to looking at dead bodies and not a single tear comes down your eyes. I wonder being in the army is a fast learning process of drying up tears. I remember crying for Palestinians and now I am just numb and feel like a failure. Can't even cry like I used to. Your post is helpful, thanks for teaching me empathy.
Noha! Thank you so much for your kind words. I felt particularly grateful to be able to learn more about the significance of Marcellus's final words through your piece. Thank you for always teaching me through your writing.
‘Then I stood in the center of our living room and at the center of my little life and felt so much gratitude that there is no world in which I would call a stranger on the phone an idiot.’
This, really. Though I must admit at this moment I would call some people ‘an idiot’ if they happened to phone me. Anthony Blinken comes to mind. Keir Starmer also. There are more. Of course they would never call me, they don’t know I exist, they don’t care if all of us perish tomorrow. But I would never insult anyone who calls me with good intentions, even if I deeply disagreed with them. And I do consider that a stroke of luck that befell me.
Gracie, I loved this so much. I was in deep reflection last week after my letter. In anger, I called the former president some names, and then I realized that, in some ways, I am no better than him or the man who called you an idiot. I think a lot about how we got here. Or how the man felt after he called you an idiot—did a tinge in him arise, nudge him, and say that wasn’t right? I wish we, all of us, remembered that before blue and red, before black and white, before everything, we were created out of love first.
Thank you for your beautiful words this morning. My heart needed them.
Marc, thank you so much. It is a tumultuous time we’re in, to think my words were a small balm for your heart means so much. It’s hard to not meet that negative energy with more of the same but it’s pretty clear to me that’s not going to get us anywhere. All my love to you and your people.
Apathy will be the death of us. I think it's just make sense a lot when you are too use to looking at dead bodies and not a single tear comes down your eyes. I wonder being in the army is a fast learning process of drying up tears. I remember crying for Palestinians and now I am just numb and feel like a failure. Can't even cry like I used to. Your post is helpful, thanks for teaching me empathy.
Thank you so much for reading Ukhti. Happy to hear it resonated with you.
Gracie, every time I read your words I can feel your warm heart through them, and your softness and your love.
Thank you, truly. It’s so easy to shut ourselves off with all the pain of existing right now, but you are actively trying to help. 🙏🏽🙏🏽❤️
Noha! Thank you so much for your kind words. I felt particularly grateful to be able to learn more about the significance of Marcellus's final words through your piece. Thank you for always teaching me through your writing.
Sending lots of love your way.
‘Then I stood in the center of our living room and at the center of my little life and felt so much gratitude that there is no world in which I would call a stranger on the phone an idiot.’
This, really. Though I must admit at this moment I would call some people ‘an idiot’ if they happened to phone me. Anthony Blinken comes to mind. Keir Starmer also. There are more. Of course they would never call me, they don’t know I exist, they don’t care if all of us perish tomorrow. But I would never insult anyone who calls me with good intentions, even if I deeply disagreed with them. And I do consider that a stroke of luck that befell me.
Thanks so much for reading and responding Lidija. It means a lot to me.
Gracie, I loved this so much. I was in deep reflection last week after my letter. In anger, I called the former president some names, and then I realized that, in some ways, I am no better than him or the man who called you an idiot. I think a lot about how we got here. Or how the man felt after he called you an idiot—did a tinge in him arise, nudge him, and say that wasn’t right? I wish we, all of us, remembered that before blue and red, before black and white, before everything, we were created out of love first.
Thank you for your beautiful words this morning. My heart needed them.
Marc, thank you so much. It is a tumultuous time we’re in, to think my words were a small balm for your heart means so much. It’s hard to not meet that negative energy with more of the same but it’s pretty clear to me that’s not going to get us anywhere. All my love to you and your people.