on telling small truths to yourself

The other day a stranger asked me what brings me hope these days. What brings me hope. Amidst all this.

And I thought I don’t have hope, I’m depressed, life is scary, I’ve always been broken, this world has always been broken, we have always fought each other so harshly for such scraps of temporary safety or power, and I can’t imagine how it will ever change enough to feel safe or free, not in this lifetime, not in this body, not with this brain, not in this country, not in this world, not…

Eric Stiens

Coder for good. I value compassionate communication, concise code, and lots of tests. He/him. I write about non-code stuff at @mutualarising23

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