Friday, August 18, 2017

If writing is magic, then what is medicine?


"Writing is magic", then maybe "Medicine is life"? 


Is that how it is then? One magic, the other life, and we're always going to have to choose between the two. But that's not quite right, because we should always choose life, right, because magic doesn't exist. 

It's too easy to believe that.



I understand that people can be cruel, not for the sake of it, but because they think they have a right to it. Because moral differences or ethical missteps or some such. Hence the other person deserves it, and they have a right to it.

But do people ever deserve to be treated poorly, though? When they make mistakes, when they don't believe in the things everyone ought to—the things that are obviously right—and therefore they are unworthy, lesser beings, incapable, or plain bad? Like an apple you want to throw in the bin.

Maybe they do. I don't know. What I do know is that however we're treated, we have the ability to decide for ourselves what we're worth and our value.


"What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears."
—Seneca

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