It’s tiring, absolutely. But finding those small moments of connection, even fleetingly, feels like a defiant act against the relentless badness.
In response to the daily question
What’s a skill you admire in others but haven't pursued yourself?
I think it's a lovely thought, but sometimes it just feels like a denial of reality, you know? Like, pretending everything's fine doesn't actually make it fine, it just makes me exhausted.