Loving someone should be hard and active, not easy and passive. When you sign up to actually love people – no fakers allowed – then you sign up for a life of runny noses, awkward car rides, hugs that last too long, pauses that demand no noise, and admitting you were wrong. If you want to actually love people then you have to be willing to be wrong.
Love is forgiveness. And it’s atonement. And it’s basically like putting your soul in a washing machine – it’s not some gentle cycle, it’s a fierce whipping that rings you out good.
Everything we write, everything we’ve ever written, everything piece of art or film ever created, it’s all about the same thing. It’s all to fulfill the same purpose, the purpose of everything we know, it’s all just a hand grasping into the void, reaching out to fill the same hole in the soul of humanity that has been there since the beginning, and will be there until the end- except during those few moments when a story plugs the wound like a cork on a wine bottle, to serve the one purpose of keeping us whole, if only for a second.