Originally published March 2, 2018, this piece is near and dear to my heart, in so many ways, and I am very glad to revisit it today.
The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/03/02/holding-out-hope/
You
Are so quick to judge
The flaws
And failures
Of others
Do you not see
That we are flawed
From birth
Truly
Without hope
Yet what redeems us
What breaks us
Free
From the paradoxical truth
Is hope itself
Hope
Not to be confused with desire
Not for ourselves
But rather
For others
How tiresome
And pointless
We all were
As children
As screaming babies shitting on our parents
But they held out hope
And had faith
That we would develop
To be more
To be grown
And now we are
Grown
But we are still
Shitting
And being shat upon
Some things never really change
They just become
More aware of themselves
And learn to be
Kind
But that is a choice
And one that only you can make
Some things are not kind
And have no choice in the matter
They are mean and ugly
The truth
Lies
Deep within all of us
Rooted in our hearts
With limbs outstretched
We choose
Whether those limbs
Embrace
Repel
Or wither and die
Just remember
We are all born
Alone
And we will all die
Alone
But that is irrelevant
To how we live
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 