Just thinking about all the rage I used to feel.

I hated the world for not saving us, not saving my sibling and cousins , and more than that for contributing to a system which creates such victimization and human rights abuse. Systems that thrive on war, cheap labor and all manners of cruelty.

When you have been on the other side of the equation it is not something you can ignore as you pay that gas bill , buy that next iphone..The rage is there, guilt, inadequacy, envy..

But it kinda gets disarmed as you come to realize how limited everyone is and the many narratives within each narratives and identities we feel we fit into.

And love allows your wounds to heal even if for just little bit before they get cut again. It gives you peace like nothing else does and can.