I’d like to think that we are put on the earth for a reason. We’re supposed to make things better for someone, somewhere before we move on. We start with our scales at zero, with each little action adding to the sum total of our lives.
So I can’t understand how people can mess up the algebra of their lives so much so that their scales bleed negatives into others. When a flower pot is about to fall, isn’t it natural to want to catch it? How can someone find so much joy in the sound of broken porcelain?
-Sophie, sad