Claire Conner
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I know this fight is emotionally and physically exhausting, that there is a profound personal cost for hating things, even things that merit hatred. I know that it makes my heart less buoyant and far more susceptible to sinking into despair.
I’m trying to make sure I stay a loving person opposing things that make me angry—and not a perpetually angry person, but it’s difficult to tell when you’re swimming in so much enmity every day.
I want to leave a legacy of kindness, a compassionate wake in the waters of this world so that other people who are similarly fatigued by the hatred they encounter here, find rest in me.
Maybe that’s all any of us can do: perpetuate decency and goodness and generosity in the infinitesimal space of the next choice in front of us.
Maybe if we make this world a little bit more loving in the small and the close and the present, maybe the ripples will eventually reach the big and the distant in the future.
Then maybe everyone who’s as fully tired of hatred as we are—will finally get some rest.
