longer.blue

Perhaps there is a quiet sadness in learning too well how the world works. We begin to understand its cruelties, its unfairness, the endless ways in which people hurt one another. We learn to explain what once left us speechless, and to live with what once broke our hearts. Yet I hope there will always be things that bring a tear to our eyes. A stranger’s sorrow, an act of cruelty, a glimpse of tenderness in an unkind world. Not because we have failed to grow stronger, but because strength was never meant to make us feel nothing. There is something worth holding on to in a heart that, after all it has witnessed, can still be moved to tears.