I wrote a poem once after my sisters were apprehended from my dad’s care and he just didnt want to do anything about getting them back. No courses, no meetings, not attending court. I loved him and my sisters and I believed in him and he just wouldn’t do the absolute bare minimum to make amends for the abuse he doled out to us. It went something like "I want to tear down the stars and make heaven fall, I want to open the earth and rip its beating heart out, " yadda yadda. I think I saved it somewhere.

Ive seen a lot on suffering and the aftermath of it at work. Lot of abused and traumatized kids and adults. There have been people I wished I could reach out and snuff out like a candle and the world - at least the innocent people and children around them - might be better off…

I still go in and try to be compassionate because I do believe a better world is possible and if we are in the proverbial Kali Yuga and no redemption or enlightenment is possible its still our duty to each other to try and make the world a better place. Whats the other option? Make it worse I guess?