I often wonder at the human capacity to be *so* down on oneself while inundated by so much evidence of what actual cruelty looks like.

To agonize over personal failure & guilt in a world where "success" is so often bestowed on people responsible for the most reprehensible acts...

We're all such messy critters.

But gentling despair at our messiness is crucial - because it gives us more space to tackle the ruins all around.

So try not to forget, eh?

Kindness with ourselves is activism, too.