“If our days could be filled with small rebellions, senseless brutal acts of kindness from us all.” – Small Rebellions (Jars of Clay)
what a raw and impactful sentence. cos yea, we belong to that class of people that are too paralyzed by our own thoughts and sensitivities.
i’ve been for morning mass twice recently – last monday and today. last monday’s mass brought with it a wave of nostalgia tt i was not prepared for. it caught me offguard and left me grumpy pretty much e entire journey of sendg mum to work. bad traffic didn’t help my mood.
so i guess i was a little more emotionally prepped today. but e 4 ulcers (esp e bloody tongue one) rly distracted me ugh. but e pt is. guess this isn’t smth to just ‘get over’. it’s a part of me now and i’m gonna hv to live w it. tts e way e past works right. it’s a part of u, shaping ur present, preparing ur future, sometimes unnoticed, sometimes shackling, sometimes freeing.