I forget myself. I imagine I can fix everything, but I know I can’t really. There’s arrogance in such thinking. You can only do what you can, and then walk away without a backward glance. Anything more has ego attached to it, and ego is a sin.

I’m a slow learner. And I’m anxious to please. When I was little and wrote people letters, they’d correct them and point out my mistakes. I’d be crushed, though I knew they were right and I needed to be correct. It’s important to be accurate. But it’s hard to kill that little voice that pleads, won’t you just like me for writing the letter?

I’m not a person to talk about the things I do or don’t do and go through — I think life is a spiritual mission (in a very non-denominational way) and you have to make the best of what you’ve got and try, as the Dalai Lama says, to try not to hurt anybody.

I’m also about as worn down, in every way, as a person can get right now. I don’t think asking for a little kindness would be out of line. Or benefit of the doubt, even. If kindness is too much to ask.

Please be kind to the people you encounter today, for you have no way of knowing what, inside, they carry.

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