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I write to plant seeds of empathy–for anyone, for everyone. Because compassion is not just for those who have been wronged.
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An Uncommon Death

look at me

trying to prove I’m worthy of something not meant for me

as usual

in an unusual spot

and arrogant you

the human WebMD

I tell you I love you

and you tell me that I’ll die

and I know I will

I have one million times before

and for you, I’ll die one million times more

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What is the devil afraid of?
Any format goes. Any genre you want.
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Satan: King of the Single Narrative

The devil is afraid of the truth in its entirety.

He wants you to believe that you were never the villain in someone’s story. He needs you to believe that the people who’ve hurt you are simply evil. Or that the homeless man who yelled at you doesn’t deserve to be fed because of his poor attitude. He laughs when you imply people of opposing political views are dim and without compassion. Or pity the people who serve a different god. He’s done his job when you cast away those who don’t fit in. He dances when you uplift yourself at the expense of someone else.

He is the creator of simplicity. The fewer complexities in the world, the more room for empathy gaps.

For all things good come from empathy. It is the root of love, understanding, patience, service, and unity.

Empathy changes lives and brings light to dark corners. The devil often hides in nooks and crannies, but he cannot be in its presence.

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“Quotes”
We all have those lines and words that stick with us long after we first read them. Always? Always. Share them, quoting your favourite author, book, work of prose, or literally any quote. Credit who said it originally (could be you) and tell me why the quote is so important to you. Don’t forget to tag me please!
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Inheritance

“It is what it is.” -Unknown

I used to cringe when those words left her lips. My mom said it as some sort of mantra. Often, she’d say something hurtful, then in reply to my pain she’d say, “it is what it is.”

The mother daughter-relationship is truly baffling. There are no sharper blades than the words spoken–no softer fabric than the love woven. We were no different.

Some days, she was a saint and I’d think I couldn’t admire anyone more. Other days, she’d make me feel worthless or affirm the words of those who thought so. As she got older, she became sweeter but I hadn’t gotten past the hurt and she hadn’t finished hurting me.

In her last days, we didn’t speak much. After 22 years of just inhaling the hurt and holding on to it with an iron grip, I told her that I was moving away, so she couldn’t hurt me anymore. I lived in such a black and white world then. I had held on to everything she did and everything she allowed, without seeing everything she did and everything she allowed.

A week before Thanksgiving, I got a call from my sister. She told me that this would be my mom’s last week. I rushed to the hospital in a confusing state of pain. When I saw her, I sobbed, “I’m sorry”, knowing I’d never get the apology that I needed.

After she was gone, a fuller picture was painted, as my family told stories of the pain my mom endured from her parents–stories that she’d been too prideful to tell me, stories that I cannot repeat.

I was confused because while I’d known my grandmother to be especially horrible at times, my mom always took care of her and defended her. I couldn’t understand how should she could stomach to be around her. I’d walk around with my nose up like I was better than my mom, but I left the presence of a dying woman who did her best to love and take care of me. And her best sometimes left me in pieces, but it also made me strong enough to fix what was broken.

In therapy, a truth came to me–maybe when she spoke hurtful words, she was passing down what she thought was mine to inherit.

The extent to which her mother betrayed her cannot be matched, but it does not excuse the pain that I feel and did not deserve.

Today, I have “it is what it is” tattooed on my back, as a reminder of everything I should and should not be. As a reminder that life and love are complex. As a reminder that pain can be healed but not erased.

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