This is the world we live in. People relying on each other’s mistakes to manipulate one another and use one another, even relate to one another. A warm, messy circle of humanity.
Sometimes, people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But you capture the right moment… it says more.
People walk around, act like they know what hate means. No one does, until you hate yourself. I mean truly hate yourself. That’s power.
People are all just people, right? When it gets down to it, everyone’s the same. They love something. They want something. They fear something. Specifics help, but specifics don’t change the way that everyone is vulnerable. It just changes the way that we access those vulnerabilities.
Power belongs to the people that take it. Nothing to do with their hard work, strong ambitions, or rightful qualifications, no. The actual will to take is often the only thing that’s necessary.
You stick with me, Vera. We’re going to get through this. I have no intention of getting killed. Death is for other people, not for us.
Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.