I Love You

Hey. Hey you.

Over there.

I don’t know you. Not personally. We’ve never met. But I love you. I love the way you move through this world, trying your best. I love the way you wake up every morning, even when it’s hard. I love you when you drag yourself out of bed and move forward with your day. I love you when you can’t do it today, and stay in bed and sleep. I love you with your hair done, and I love you even when you pick cheese balls out of your tangles.

I love you when you’re crying, smiling, laughing, or sobbing.

I love you, even when your monsters are winning.

I love you, even when it’s hard, even when you don’t love yourself. I love you without condition, without fail. I love you even if I walk away from you. I love you for you, for all your good and your less-good. I love you when you’re angry, when you’re scared. I love you.

On Hopepunk

We live in a world where many of us struggle every day. We struggle to be heard, to be valued, to survive in a universe that seems set on making our lives as difficult as possible.

Some of us are struggling to pay the bills, to eat, to raise kids on our own. It’s hard and the world seems so full of pain.

Sometimes, even acts of kindness end up feeling like chaotic nightmares. There’s no such thing as perfect victims, and that’s never more apparent than when you’re bailing someone out of an abusive situation, only to have them turn on you in a misguided effort to keep themselves safe.

Even in cat rescue, there are weeks when you feel like there’s no hope. Like you can’t handle one more dying kitten, one more abused cat. Like there’s so many sad moments, and not enough wins.

Those are the moments when finding a sliver of hope in a vast, cold expanse of suffering feels impossible. These are the moments when it’s the most important to keep going. To keep fighting, to keep acting with kindness and love, even when it blows up in your face, even when you’re scared and hurt and afraid. Even when you’re not sure you can afford to hope anymore.

You are at your most punk when you’re creating that hope. Keep fighting. Keep breathing, keep going. The world is a better place with you in it, standing there, holding the line with your beautiful self.

You matter, and I love you.