From up atop the mountain 
I still can't see the truth, 
Nor do I have the answers 
That I had in my youth. 

And yet, though I can't point to it, 
I still can fell the pull, 
For love is all there really is 
That makes life 

Meaningful

Love is a word that is very much in vogue. The actions that go with it seem to be far less popular.

This in itself is not that uncommon a phenomenon. We humans like to build houses out of beautiful words that hide the ugly ones we use inside.

I wish I could say I was free from this behavior myself, but alas. As soon as someone cuts me off in traffic, the real me comes out. I can’t say I really like the real me. He’s kind of a jerk.

But here’s the thing about hypocrisy: it doesn’t mean what you espouse is wrong. It just means you aren’t a very good exemplar. But that doesn’t mean (for instance) that being more loving and empathetic shouldn’t be a goal, because it should be — and is.

Maybe today I can be better. Or a little better. Maybe almost a noticeable amount.

It’d be a start.