This poem made me tear up. And I thought of this picture. A picture is worth 1,000 words. This picture made me write, this is why I practice kindness and compassion to everyone, because my inner child is an old woman who is sick and tired of hurting. I have never cared what you believe in, listen to, think, etc. Fighting has never gotten me anywhere, but regarding everyone as someone who hurts, has made me connect with beautiful people who also don’t want to spread pain.