It astounds me, it shouldn't, but every time it happens, it still does. We're still such animals. We talk about being the most intelligent living being on this planet and still - we don't know better. We can't control ourselves. We use big words and lofty arguments instead of pacifying the hurt with a gentle touch, a warm hug, an understanding smile, with love. We think we are so evolved. But what is intelligent about anger? What is noble about yelling? Why do we not listen? Why do we drown their voice, with ours, louder, harsher, meaner. Listen.
I am not proud of you.
I am not proud of you.
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