Everything Sad Is Untrue (a true story)

by Daniel Nayeri

But like you, I was made carefully, by a God who loved what He saw. Like you, I want a friend.

that we are always choosing situations that hurt us. We choose them so deeply that we don’t know we chose them. We think we had to. We think the world did it to us. And then we think, what a horrible world that makes a weapon out of love.

Every rock smashes into everything else and breaks. That doesn’t matter. What matters is whether the rock keeps going the same direction it was going when it smashed. Do you see what I mean? What keeps going? What do you know that keeps going? Never distracted? Never bored? Never deterred? Beat up and threatened, sure. Humiliated and ignored, often. But never never stopped. That’s right. You get it now. My mom.