I imagine a world
where I am good enough for my mother.
I imagine a world where just being myself didn't disappoint her and no matter my failures she was proud of me.
I imagine a world where I don't have to heal from the pain caused by my mother.
a world where I was protected from trauma, not fed it fresh from the womb.
Death allows no exceptions , which is good because life is pain and suffering. In that sense, every murder is an act of charity. It just doesn’t seem like that when the sun warms your skin or water wets your lips and you recognize your idiotic lust for life in every heartbeat and are ready to buy mere crumbs of time with everything you have accrued through life: dignity, status, principles.
Incidentally , I quite agree with those who say that the capacity to forgive says something about the essential quality of a person. I’m the lowest grade. I promise to be better in my next life.