You can’t be someone else. It’s impossible to look at someone else as the perfect human and tell everyone else to be like them.

That’s the impossible.

Life is complex. Speaking about it does not make it less so. It’s hard (if not impossible) to get the words that mean what I think in my head to mean the same to others.

My point is as consistent as it can be. Give love, don’t wait for people to be better to do so. Look out for yourself sure, but don’t avoid burdens for ease of a gentler life.