there are two types of people in the world

you are both

Life is difficult.

All is loss.

All is suffering.

Avoiding suffering causes suffering.

And despite avoiding suffering, we lose every day.

We lose time.

We lose relationships.

We lose the remains of our meals to the great hungry porcelain monster if we’re lucky. When unlucky, our losses becomes magnified with fabric, or pine needles, or sand.

We lose sight of ourselves.

It’s quaint to think that Life is Difficult.

What makes life difficult?

People.

People are difficult.

I’m people.

You are people.

As such, we’re both difficult.

Is it difficult to accept that you’re not ‘right’ or ‘righteous’, but flawed and difficult?

Then you’re very difficult indeed.

How, despite your best good intentions are you difficult?

If you don’t have an answer for this, ask someone close to you.

Then?

Thank them for putting up with your bullshit.

Love the people who love you.

Fuck the fucking fuckers.