The world is equally beautiful every day, the same inexplicable deeds divulging, perhaps with equal ratios of good and horror. How can we really know they aren’t always balanced? Perhaps twohundredandtwentyfivethousandbillion acts of kindness and love can be tallied against seventeenhundredandtwentyfivethousandbillion acts of sorrow and evil. When you’re on the painful side I suppose you won’t care that love is winning. Maybe it would give you hope. An interesting idea nonetheless.

After every bout of horror, I have always returned stronger than ever to an immense sense of wonder for life. Faith in hanging on, in fighting, has never failed me. And many others. Take comfort in this. There is endurance. There is victory.

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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