the silver lining of being failed by people you care about is that you learn to count on love instead of on people.
it takes time, but slowly — slowly — you learn to be buoyed along by the love that floods the universe, that shows itself around sharp corners and airlifts you to a grassy patch when things get really muddled. that sort of love occasionally prefers an 11th hour arrival.
when others fail you, know that they are simply human. and that more love is available and on its way, packed inside molecules you’re only just about to breathe in, caked with the dirt on your shoes, dissolving in your coffee mug, transferred via secret handshake, or… riding in on a donkey cart. it’s coming, it’s coming.