Everything can’t always be about me.
It should be about us.
But how?
Is it about how I feel about something,
or how we feel about it together?
Should I react alone,
or should I think about how it reaches us?
Maybe it starts with listening.
Maybe it grows with talking.
Reading together could be fun.
Singing together… even better.
And writing?
Maybe that’s where our stories begin.
Getting old together takes a lot.
So maybe we should learn to love together too —
not to hurt each other,
but to heal each other.
What do you say?
