GMH

We care about the things that make sense to us. The things that we can profoundly understand, and the things that make us feel warm and safe inside. The things that remind us what it means to be human in the very simplest way.

We suffer for the things we care about because it's a concept that we can understand. If we hurt enough, what we hurt for must be worth it. As a rule of thumb, nothing is black and white. There's gray everywhere we look, but really, it's all about how you interpret it.

Well... not everything. There something that isn't gray. It's perfectly white, actually. Hope. The things we strive for, and ache to make happen. The things we care about enough to change the world to make happen.


An elderly man sitting on a park bench one spring morning looks to his wife sitting beside him and says, "We did it, darling, we did it. We grew old together". Love like that is what give me hope.