You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.
She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winterβs day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.
They want us to be afraid. They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes. They want us to barricade our doors and hide our children. Their aim is to make us fear life itself! They want us to hate. They want us to hate 'the other'. They want us to practice aggression and perfect antagonism. Their aim is to divide us all! They want us to be inhuman. They want us to throw out our kindness. They want us to bury our love and burn our hope. Their aim is to take all our light! They think their bricked walls will separate us. They think their damned bombs will defeat us. They are so ignorant they donβt understand that my soul and your soul are old friends. They are so ignorant they donβt understand that when they cut you I bleed. They are so ignorant they donβt understand that we will never be afraid, we will never hate and we will never be silent for life is ours!
You only feel powerless because your fear has given your power to the object of your fear. Once you realise this, you can claim it back.
The old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the easy ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy ... a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of 'solving Amy'. When I'd hold up the bloody stumps, she'd sigh and turn to her secret mental notebooks on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings.