When I was a small kid I thought that everything had feelings.

I remember I would get frustrated with a toy or other object, manhandle it, and then pat it to make it feel better because I felt bad. If I broke it, I would cry. 😆 I thought the world and everything around me was this interconnected thing with inherent rules and fairness.

I miss thinking that way. And I'm jealous of the many adults I see walking around who still have that misconception. That idea that someone owes them something and things should be fair and nothing bad ever happens except McDonald's mixed up your order so you'll have to wait a little longer before watching another episode of Black Mirror. Lol.

Nah. We're here surviving in a chaotic universe that doesn't reward the good or shield the gentle. It doesn’t cry when it breaks us. And many of us don't cry when we break each other or see someone get broken.