Musings

Easy to talk about acceptance, tolerance, and the big picture in the confines of comfort and warm smiles.  But that’s not when it counts.  When it counts is when your blood boils, when you feel under attack; when you are ready to launch a precise, vicious, win-at-all-costs effort against someone who needs help but you want to destroy.  That’s when it counts.

Because in the end, when we lay dying, are we going to dwell on the petty and transient failings of our lives?  Nah.  There’s something deep and good under all of it.  The other stuff?  It never mattered in the first place.  🙂