Indestructible, With Flaws

I’ll admit it. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m trying to navigate the world as it changes into a beast I don’t recognize, and I’m trying to figure out what my place in this world is. Who am I in a society that I defy? Who have I become when I don’t belong? I have so many questions for the world today.

None of us belong anymore. But do we belong together?

I’ll admit that I fucked up, too. In many ways, I wish I had done things differently. I wish that I had done more. But I can’t change that anymore. I am here, and all I can do is be here, now. I have sinned. I have asked for forgiveness. I will continue to sin, and I will continue to ask for forgiveness. I am vulnerable. I am afraid. I am doing the best that I can, and I don’t know if it will be enough. But it has to be enough.

I am asking you for solidarity. Which I know is a hard thing to ask for, especially because I don’t know what I’m doing and I am fucking up. But it’s solidarity or it’s all of us alone, together. If we fight together, we will be indestructible.

Do you know what you’re doing? Are you fucking up? I’ll admit to this, too: I don’t really care if you are. It doesn’t matter. I’d rather be on the same team than have to fight alone. Than to watch you fight alone, too.

This is my case for solidarity.