The world is glorious because no matter how bad it gets, there are gifts. You can be of service to someone, be an example, be a survivor, learn something, or simply just love yourself in the blackness. Your choice. You can be an asshole and mess everything up and then go back and apologize. You can mend with yourself or mend with someone else. You can experience a tragedy that feels too great to ever overcome, and yet one day you find that you are ok, even while holding space for that tragedy. I have heard it said that that there is no sadness too great to overcome, with support. I can say with certainty that All transformation is possible. Mend, my friends, mend. That’s all I got tonight. I write this to remind myself.