I wobble a lot, never being sure of the right thing to do. Perhaps that’s part of the human condition. Perhaps not. It gives me anxiety. I want to do what is correct, unhurtful, good. And that is not always clear.
Oh, I ache for them. Such fear. We cannot close ourselves off to it all. To live is to hurt, to be open to random attacks, unprotected. Let them live and be unafraid.
