One of my kids has suggested that goals, things we work towards, are what makes life worth living. I do know this feeling, but I have long fought against it. Because if life is only for working towards things, then how can we ever feel safe and fulfilled, that is, not struggling.
It is definitely complicated.
I know that I will never live up to the standards dictated by White Supremacy. But then again, does anyone really?
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