David Kanigan has been doing a round-up of inspiring posts for a while now, and I figured I’d share this one, which unnerved and moved me this week. Have a wonderful weekend, folks.
These words are about the most precious thing in the whole world. The only thing on the face of the planet that is truly priceless. The thing that dying men beg for, rich men try and barter for, and yet it can neither be granted nor purchased. It destroys gardens and pathways and footprints and castles and empires and memories. It turns rocks into sand, turns black hair grey. Rubies lose their hue in comparison to it and diamonds lose their glitter when shadowed by it and the thing is more valuable and sought after than both combined. It discriminates between no man, no race, no gender, no social status. Oh does your father own the bank? Is your grandmother related to royalty? It means nothing.
It presses holes into the soles of our shoes, draws lines upon our face, closes wombs and weakens bones. It quenches love and creates…
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