“The road you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own.” Maria Ouspenskaya, from The Wolf Man, 1941
What would happen if you were to find out
that everyone feels
what you feel
at one time or another?
What would it do to you to learn that
everybody goes through
pretty much the same things,
same desire, shame, disappointment, fear?
What could you cling to then?
How would you define yourself and justify
the choices you’ve made if everybody hurts
just like you do?
Show me.
Where are your wounds?
I’ll show you mine.
In this, we are all Job.
elizabethlevett 
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