Brothers are an amazing thing. They're constantly growing. These are my brothers as I last saw them.
I once told my brothers I would be okay if they died. Then I sat with that idea. I imagined them dying in a plane crash. It scared me. I changed my mind right away.
I prayed for their safety.
Throughout our lives, my father has described us as the knights of the round table. We are the 'dawn of a new era' a 'united brotherhood.'
We don't always get along though.
In those times it's easy to imagine their planes crashing.
Then I pray again.
I don't want anything bad to happen to anybody.
I'd like to have that same kind of empathy for myself. It's easy to get down on where you are. It might be a simple thing like dropping a fork. You're like, "I could kill myself. I dropped the fork again. I can't do anything right."
That's what it feels like to me. The smallest thing can create so much violence towards myself. It's crazy. I wonder if there is anyone else like that.
I know we all got different brains, but maybe there are. I can't be alone with the 'fork problem.' What violence do you experience in your life? Why do you let it continue? Is it an illusion?
These are the questions I asked myself today.
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