It may or may not surprise you to find that I need to learn to be more gentle, at times, learn to check my tongue and remember the absolute delicacy of all people and the concept that I am not, in fact, reading some book; rather, I am alive and living, and the people around me are people as delicate and whole and pure and trembling as I am, not characters in a book, and my thoughts and words and actions shape them as much as theirs shape me.
I am not an unkind girl, not an ignorant one, but I am at times a bit rash and bit too disconnected from reality. I am trying to remember that I am not the only one made of flesh and bone and feeling.
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