I find it amazing how sometimes we hold on to ideas (or anything), but it’s like we do it out of habit, or ritual, not because it’s what we really want or need.  The last time I had to talk to myself into something, I realized I had been doing it the wrong way around.  I had been trying to rationalize everything, rather than just let things be how they are, and I had made it all more confusing and convoluted than it needed to be.  I already knew the answer inside, long before my brain just caught on.

This justification we give to our cruelties and kindness define so much of who we are.  Today is just plain hard.