To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away.
| Arundhati Roy, from The End of Imagination
“ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴅᴇꜱᴛᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ”