There is very little I could do differently, even if I wanted to.

I hope when I am not here anymore, that is understood

I sometimes wish I could love smaller or quieter. I wish I could expect less.

But if I did any of that I would be someone else.

Still,
I’m tired of all of us with open hearts bleeding to death out here.

Some of us cannot help but bleed all of ourselves out into the atmosphere, hoping that someone actually understands.

It’s rare for anyone to understand and rarer still to find people who stop the bleeding.

I doubt, very much, that I learned as much as I should have from this exercise: it’s only even now that I really understand what the lesson was. And I believe the lesson was far too late, tbh.

White people have to start dismantling white supremacy. Period.

Nuance: I still don’t want to die.

Additional nuance: there is also a baby in Gaza who did not want to die this morning.

Do you want good soldiers or good people?

And by the way, that doesn’t stop when they turn 18.

It doesn’t even stop when you’re dead.

Your job isn’t to protect outdated ideas. Your job is to listen and to help them to make the world they want.

Ask more questions about the world they want and why.

Your job is to be a guide, not a prison guard.

And for the most part, they know better than you do.

And we will be worse for it. Forever worse.

We will lose them to somewhere else because we are entitled and selfish as a culture, and because most people are too terrified to say “No more,” in a language in which these monsters can hear it.

He said he is considering moving to Canada, transferring there with his job because it’s easier than trying to stay.

All of this is garbage. Give us your poor, your tired, your hungry. And these young people are elite.