No matter how small and secret, each of us is a little mad
Everyone is lonely at bottom crying to be understood
Yet, we can never be entirely understood
Even by those who love us
We may, however, understand people a bit better if we look at us
as if we are children
For most of us never truly ever grow up
We simply grow taller
It is the weak who are cruel
Gentleness is to be expected from the strong
Those who do not know fear are not truly brave
for courage is the capacity to confront the unimaginable
Happiness comes when we push our minds bodies spirits and hearts
to the farthest reaches of which they are capable and beyond
The purpose of life is to love as if we’ve never been hurt
To celebrate existence even after deep loss
To learn today and then teach tomorrow
To continue after defeat
To authentically explore the state of all things human
To understand beyond tolerance
To speak our truth regardless of rejection
To give freely and receive graciously
To connect with our hearts and the hearts of others
To trust in ourselves and instill such in others
To transcend our bullshit and help others to do so as well
To dance and sing after grief and tears
To rebuild after horrendous destruction
To seek the light during our darkest days
Ultimately, the purpose of life is to live, love and make some difference that we lived at all