By SheelaR

There are times when I become disillusioned by the human race and I can’t reconcile my love for humanity with humans. And then I remember… Life is amazing and I love people, especially when they are being beautiful. How horrible would it be to simply give up on that? We are not a perfect species. We are a complex set of actions and emotions. Somehow, we revert to our most primitive selves … forgetting how amazing we are when at our best. Love and patience is the key, but I struggle with mine.

Every day… I have to tell myself that nothing worth having comes easy, that includes life. I also tell myself that I have to love humans through their ugliness, and hope they’ll love me through mine. I love life and I feel deeply about it, but sometimes life is a dark unwelcoming place and I question the value of it all. It’s a place filled with human suffrage … a perpetual stain plaguing mankind. When you see abject suffering first hand, it changes you forever. I’ve seen it…

Some days, it’s unbearable. I keep asking myself… What more can I do? I know that I can’t fix every broken thing, but I can’t stop trying. If we all tried fixing one broken thing, imagine how amazing this thing we call life would be.

Find something broken and fix it.