Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful – you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself. — Daniell Koepke ✌🏼•

Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into the places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out with those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion requires us to be weak with the weak, vulnerable with the vulnerable, and powerless with the powerless. Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human. – Henri Nouwen 🙌🏼

This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog.-Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle. Napoleon was haunted by this scene until his own death. 🙏🏼❤


Don’t look away 

I don’t believe in love at first sight. That may be a misconstrued thought but I’ve learned that love is a flower and communication is the water that helps it grow. It stems from a mutual interest, curiosity and some narcotic sense of belonging in someone else. Even “belonging” is a dead giveaway in its subtle definition. “Be-Longing” and so I belong to the thoughts that either cloud or illuminate the path I am constantly deviating from. And although life has made me whimsically cynical, I do believe love can sometimes birth from something sort of comical such as circumstantial chance. I say that in the most sincere way. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Now I can deviate from the trail and dive into the rabbit hole of endless possibilities and hypothesize like so many others on the basis of common thought. Cosmic dust, a higher state of consciousness arousing from the universe manifesting itself in human form, but I’m afraid I’ll lose myself there some more. Yet I chuckle on my own amusement and wonder about what sets everyone apart and what keeps us all here, you know? What stirs it up? All of it… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀I look up and see different kinds of hue holding poor blue hostage and hear a sound cradled through the wind. “If eyes could speak, what would yours say?” And without giving it little mind I squeeze her hand and find the last traces of it all… “same thing they told me the first time, same thing they tell me all the time, don’t look away”