Can you ever truly know a person? Can you ever truly know their heart, mind, and motives? You can speculate and speculate, but often futilely. The truth is always eluding us.
People are so beautiful. We can love children not our own, give when we do not have, and possess an empathy and compassion so deep that it moves us to tears. But we also have a dark side, which can lie, be selfish, and hurt others. I don't like knowing that side of people, especially of those I love.
Nothing is ever what it seems. I can't stop thinking that today. I'm thousands of feet in the air, so I lift the window shade to look at the sky. The sun shines on the plane's metal wing, light refracts off all the white clouds. The sun's rays are so lovely. But what warms us and sustains us can also burn us.
What the fuck is going on? Sometimes, it is hard to tell...
