Life is Brutiful
Two videos I've enjoyed watching this week, accompanied by the words that struck me most from each of them:
"...I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made; that I don't have to hide it, and I don't have to fix it. I'm not broken. And I've actually started to wonder if maybe you're sensitive too. Maybe you feel great pain and deep joy, but you just don't feel safe talking about it in the real world. And so now, instead of trying to make myself tougher, I write, and I serve people, to help create a world where sensitive people don't need superhero capes. Where we can all just come out into the big, bright, messy world and tell the truth, and forgive each other for being human, and admit together that yes, life is really hard, but also insist that together, we can do hard things. You know, maybe it's okay to say, "Actually, today I'm not fine." Maybe it's okay to remember that we're human beings, and to stop doing long enough to think and to love and to share and to listen."
...And life is beautiful. And life is brutal. Life is brutifal, all the time, and every day."
"...and there are people who think that the existence of my family somehow undermines or weakens or damages their family, and there are people who think that families like mine shouldn't be allowed to exist, and I don't accept subtractive models of love, only additive ones, and I believe that in the same way that we need species diversity to ensure that the planet can go on, so we need this diversity of affection and diversity of family in order to strengthen the ecosphere of kindness."