what if the goal is not happiness?

what if the goal is not happiness?

what if the goal is to own our humanity in each and every moment?

to own the brokenness, the bittersweet, the impossible choices. the humanity of making a decision, and in both cases, you will hurt someone. in both cases you will hurt yourself.

what if the goal is to live and breathe and feel the impossibility of life and love and recognize its beauty while it’s happening?

tragedy is here. devastation is here. pain is here. death is here. and so are miracles and healing and growth and creation and love. and so is the ordinary, the mundane, the lackluster and grey.

to deny one is to deny yourself the full spectrum of human existence.

the very least we can do here is not to deny any part of this experience, not to numb our humanity or to dull it for the sake of not feeling.

because feeling is our birthright.