When you die, you will not leave behind your politics. Neither will I. When we die, what they’ll say at our funerals, if they show up, is the kind of person we were. And then in some people’s mind, subconsciously or unconsciously, it will remain a little speck: were we part of leaving a corner of this world a shittier or better place?
I’m worthless without you. You’re worthless without the rest of us around you.
We’re each just one tiny ingredient in the broader equation of humanity. Isn’t this what everyone keeps forgetting.
This world has so many corners. What’s yours looking like today?
Whadya got: