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each and every child i worked with, has indelibly changed something in me. it’s not merely that i love them; it’s that i also feel so much grief of them—i suppose i was drawn to the ones for whom that’s way more obvious. https://t.co/HJMXrXdV7b
they couldn’t help but be them. they were just them. they didn’t got a choice, even if they didn’t like it. how many of us think because we don’t like ourselves, we have a chance to just become somebody else?
but i could see, when i looked at their little bodies, they could never really escape their karma. it lived, in their bodies what does it do to you to really realise, really look at someone, and realise they don’t got a choice but to be them? https://t.co/aAxjZDrR80
it’s not love, exactly. it’s something closer to respect. i see you, fellow other being, of agency and otherness, of clay and fire, in this world it’s a similar sort of love i began having for trees and rabbits and every such sort of living thing