I’ve been hurt — very badly — by someone I’ve loved. You’ve been hurt, too.
And since we know how badly broken trust feels, why is it that we choose to love again? Why do we choose to trust someone again? Once we’ve lived long enough to know what hurt feels like — and to know that someone else might very well leave us hurting once again — why do we trust?
I’ve been asking myself this question tonight. I don’t really like the answers I’m coming up with — but I don’t know another way to live.

Do political labels make things clear or just confuse everyone?
Don’t complain about debt when you borrow $35,000 to study puppetry
Can you spot the change in this video? Most can’t — and most don’t notice the world changing, either
Briefly: Links to Jordan Peterson discussion on artists and process
Briefly: Education consultant learns his daughter’s kindergarten teaches reading nonsense
Briefly: Modern culture seems to be coming apart
Creating work that I’m proud of gives me elusive feelings of joy
Openly gay people in U.S. military? So what? I have no objections
Do great dreams really come true or do they just serve to haunt us?