The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
I went crazy the day I decided not to live life like everyone else. I went crazy the day I decided what everyone said I was supposed to have was not what I wanted, it was not enough.
How do you find this new state of mature, open-eyed innocence? How to claim this unapologetically while still facing the suffering that exists in our world?
Ours was the home friends gravitated to. Where the door was always open and some homemade delicious meal to feed an army was baking in the oven. It was a place in which it was impossible not to feel a heart full of love and peace.