I think every time I’ve suffered, it has made the beauty of an embrace that much sweeter. I think that we make our own meaning out of this madness, and the meaning I choose to create is that there is grace and divinity in all of what is mortal, what is painful, what is joyous, and what only lasts for a little time. Bad things happen to good people all the time, yes. It is our job to make each other’s lives a little easier. Because what else is there to praise? There is only this universe, there is only this pain. There is only this chance to seize the moment as we perceive it happening, and only this chance to try to make the world we want to live in.

“Privilege isn’t money. It’s the choice to participate or not.”

- Shawn Brant

How can you say the glory of being alive for only a tiny shuffle on this mortal coil, the glory of watching a robin’s chest or a lover’s breast swell, tracing your name in the sand and letting it get washed away, is a mistake?