merit - by Molly Mielke - Milky

Hi! I don’t have much to say — mostly I’m just happy. I was reflecting recently on how most of my writing over the last few years has been about navigating the uncertainty of life. I used to find inherent instability beyond frustrating — I’d claw to grasp any sense of steadiness, accepting bad deals as long as they had a lower bound I could see. Anyways, things are still as uncertain as ever but I’m learning to like it — or at least derive great appreciation for everyone and everything that stays and treats me tenderly. We can’t ensure we won’t get hurt, we can only believe we’ll survive it. So I keep going about life with my heart open — trying, failing, and trying again to give more love than I get. To my surprise, that directionality feels like enough. C.S. Lewis: To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wr

Hi! I don’t have much to say — mostly I’m just happy. I was reflecting recently on how most of my writing over the last few years has been about navigating the uncertainty of life. I used to find inherent instability beyond frustrating — I’d claw to grasp any sense of steadiness, accepting bad deals as long as they had a lower bound I could see. Anyways, things are still as uncertain as ever but I’m learning to like it — or at least derive great appreciation for everyone and everything that stays and treats me tenderly. We can’t ensure we won’t get hurt, we can only believe we’ll survive it. S