Everyone wants me to be angry it seems, but anger is what got me here. “I am resolving to stay soft,” I whisper quietly to myself.
It’s easy to be sidetracked, especially in our world where novel ideas, theories, ideologies, activities, distractions, and lies pelt us 24/7. What is novel is not always what’s best or true. It may simply be the latest delusion. I need to live and love in a tradition that has not only spoken of wisdom but demonstrated it . . . not just months or years but centuries and millennia.
Humans aren’t made of diamond; we are not unscratchable. The pain we experience can leave an indelible mark. When the inevitable dents and bruises come, the marks don’t just buff out. People can do things to us that can’t be undone. Say things that can’t be forgotten. Bend us in such a way that we must contend with the resulting distortion for decades.