When we feel open to talk about it… when we let the pain breathe… when we don’t feel judged and ostracized… that’s when things get a little easier.
It’s not always easy to be recklessly lovely. Actually, it can be hard as hell. Some people light up at the brief and rare run-in with a pleasant interaction. It’s a beautiful thing. Others act like dicks.
You cannot change anyone. You cannot have compassion for violent people unless you fully accept yourself. Before you can deal with anyone else without facade and masks, you must understand that the enemy is within.