The only way to exist with humility in this world, amongst such frequent injustice, is to hurt fully for what you see.

The moment the hurt is refused, and turned instead to defensiveness or anger, is the moment that pride takes over; then, the hurt is passed around — like a game of hot potato.

Hold the potato. Let it burn your hands. Endure the pain in sacrifice for the whole, instead of giving it to your neighbor in cowardice.

Know that the salve to remedy the burns exist within, but it will only be granted to you once you brave the ache in the first place.