If we're lucky,
we find the one person who will hold our trust
and keep it sacred and safe against all attackers.
That one soul who will restore our belief
that people are decent and kind, and that life,
while messy, is still the most wondrous gift anyone can know.
But until that day comes,
we have to try and remember that
home isn't a specific place or person.
It's a feeling we carry inside ourselves.
That touch of the divine that lights a fire inside us
that burns out the past and consumes the pain
until nothing is left but a warmth that allows us
to love others more than ourselves.
A warmth that only grows when we do right
even while others seek to do us wrong.
Peace is knowing that one life,
no matter how trivial it seems,
touches thousands of others,
and learning to respect that about all people.
While you may not mean much to the world,
to those who know and love you,
you are their entire world.
And it is knowledge that no one can hurt you
unless you allow them to.
The only power they have
isn't something they're taken or demanded.
It's what we give them by choice.
And while it is imperative that we value the lives of others,
it is equally important to value our own.







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