Apr 2013
He is not so drunk after all, the bars have closed, the streetlights glow orange above the sidewalks, a man is staggering towards the corner, swinging like a desperate orangutan from post to post on the iron gates that line the front porches, his shoes untied, he is mumbling, he is incoherent, he is wearing his finest shirt, I understand his every word
"Judge not, that you be not judged." Matt 7:1 Today, I'm trying to remember that self-destruction is at turns both a reasonable relief and a foolish, temporary escape. Trying to remember that we are better served to withhold our judgements for pains that we do not understand. And most importantly, to love in spite of them.
(30/Chicago)
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