Something that came to mind on my walk to the gym after work the other evening:
When you realize we were all/
are all trying our best
You begin to resent a little less
Love a little more.
Ben Folds says it more eloquently, with the lens towards the creator’s realm:
“By dignifying even the most despicable character as a human being, by offering them what empathy we can manage, we also hold them accountable for their choices. You can’t really convincingly condemn a monster for being a monster. He’s just being the best monster he can be. Sure, it’s easier to make a caricature of someone you don’t want to relate to, but the more lines you can step over, the closer you can get to a subject, the better off you’ll be — and the more complex and effective your songwriting will be. From the filthy rich to the filthy minded, I learned to meet people one at a time.”
It is something I’ve fallen short from.
I think especially to a special few. Someone special, others, I dismissed.