Bye, Baby

by Carola Lovering

I always appreciate humility in a person. It’s a rare quality.

Because the more years that pass, the more I’ve come to understand my own limits. And how to effectively implement those limits.

In some moments, all you can do is keep moving forward, turn a blind eye to the collateral damage of your own twisted circumstances.

Do you ever worry about that—about the price of becoming too happy?

And isn’t that a requisite of loving someone—to grow complacent to their most fatal flaw? To suppress the urge to change them until it all but disappears? The practice resembles acceptance, but the process is more painful. It’s more like sacrifice.

There are countless instances when fighting for justice feels like the way to morph anger into something useful.

you can’t fuck up what’s meant for you.”