The world is a sacred place on dark rainy winter days. There is nothing better to help remind how lucky we are to have warm homes and warm arms.
There are so many different people in New York, trying to deal with complicated situations, and it can lead to misunderstandings and defensiveness, something I didn't have to deal with terribly much growing up. It can be hard to take it, like walking in cold rain, but at the end of the day I have such a warm place to which to return, both around me and within me. Perhaps I lean on it too much. Perhaps I should put up fists equally. But I think it remains true in my life that any suffering I have ever endured has been nothing compared to those that have caused it. Why should I deflect that pain back? Storms may continue past their departure, but in the end, the sky is clear behind the clouds.
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