Can a person not hurt others…ever? Is it possible to always do the right, or at least avoid the wrong? Or failing that, can the hurt be kept to oneself?
I try to be ‘nice’, but that doesn’t prevent darkness. Just as the foundations of a beautiful bridge has grime and rust, so does my soul.
I’ve been kind and thoughtful, but I’ve also hurt. Is it possible to live without causing some level of suffering somewhere? I eat food that once lived. I have talked when I should have listened. Consumed with my own fears, ambitions, or distress, I have missed the needs of others.
And my mistakes, omissions, and failures do not come without collateral damage.
Can someone never be selfish? Never careless? Can someone live only to serve others?
I suspect not. But perhaps I can accept, make amends, forgive, and reach for kindness and compassion no matter how flawed or human I might be. Maybe I’ll never be a truly good person, but I can continue to try.
The Northern Lights can never be caught. Keep chasing them anyway.
