September 17th, 2019
People are fucking magic.
It feels weird to feel compelled to make a post about this, but it so often seems like we live in a world where all we do is complain about each other. Our friends, our families, our co-workers, people we’ve never even met. If you talk to someone for longer than a minute, odds are they will say something negative about another human being.
So I am here to remind you: people are fucking magic. They will make you smile, they will make you laugh, they will share high fives and hugs and kisses, they will take care of you, they will listen to you, they will miss you when you’re gone, they will say nice things and tell great stories about you, they will love you, they will save your life, again and again and again.
If you let them.
But, you argue, not in my life. Maybe, in your life, people just let you down. Maybe they hurt you without remorse. Maybe they don’t care.
Those are the wrong people.
And I’m here to remind you of something else: there are 7.5 billion more out there, and I will guarantee it with my life that there are people out there who will be my second paragraph for you.
What’s great is that if you don’t believe in God, people are real. And if you do believe in God, He lives in people and becomes real. There is no reason to not believe in people. There are reasons to not believe in a person. Believe me, I know. But not people.
And that is all we really need. Something to believe in. The reason you get out of bed in the morning. And you can start small. Start with your dog. (I know I do.)
But eventually — even if you’ve lost your faith before — believe in people.
Because they are remarkable. YOU are remarkable.
You are fucking magic.