To have the courage to be imperfect.
That’s what it means.
To expose our vulnerabilities to those around us.

Showing them the cracks in our positive masks.
That’s what it means.
To know that no-one is alright. 

Ever since ignorance was stripped from us.

Ever since we opened our eyes to the true terror of the world.

Ourselves. 
That’s what it means.
The harsh reality that our mortality is the reason we treasure everything so dearly.

That very own mortality being snuffed out like a flame by those who exploit life. 

We are glass. We are delicate. We are the sands that sweep past your feet. We are part of this world and we will not be ignored. 
That what it means. 
What it means to be human.

 

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