Humans are complex, flawed beings.
People hurt one another. Disappoint. Make mistakes.
It's how we respond that matters.
I like who I am. Despite (because of) my imperfections.
Self-doubt. Insecurities. Pollyanna-like optimism.
I don't ever want to become bitter or cynical.
Unable to see the good that surrounds me.
The bad days remind us to treasure the good.
(No shadow without light after all.)
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
- Ernest Hemmingway -