"Is human life worth living?", you ask as I tell you the story from my mother's childhood when she returned home to find her pet rabbit tortured to near death by her adoptive brother. "What builds or rather unravels this capacity to be so cruel. Is it even something that blame can be attached to?".
"We do this to each other through our inability to love. But loving is so hard and has so many definitions."
"How did we end up creating a world where we enable so much hurt that leads to so much cruelty?"
"It is our inability to adapt to all the diversity that we all carry. Each human being's need is so different, and our capacity to cater to that so limited."
"That is why I wonder, if human life is worth living"
"It is. Even if it is about learning to love one other person."
"Would you want to come back?"
"At least a few more times if I had you to love each time."
"We do this to each other through our inability to love. But loving is so hard and has so many definitions."
"How did we end up creating a world where we enable so much hurt that leads to so much cruelty?"
"It is our inability to adapt to all the diversity that we all carry. Each human being's need is so different, and our capacity to cater to that so limited."
"That is why I wonder, if human life is worth living"
"It is. Even if it is about learning to love one other person."
"Would you want to come back?"
"At least a few more times if I had you to love each time."
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