After spending the night in tears from seeing a poor raccoon get hit by a car, I found this image somehow on the internet. It seems appropriate considering I spent the following minutes of that hit in turmoil, dilemma, and horror while the driver of the car was long gone. Sometimes being filled with so much love can be a curse because it must be easier to live life so apathetic to everything and everyone.


Regardless of the simplicity, I refuse to contribute to the worlds evils.
"I have found the paradox that if you love until it hurts, there can no longer be hurt, but only more love" - Mother Theresa